Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the bells jingling ever so slightly. "Are you sure about this, Bill?" she whispered, eyeing the festive balloons tied to the mailbox. Bill, decked out in an oversized elf costume, grinned mischievously. "Trust me, Molly, this is the score of a lifetime. Who would suspect Santa and his trusty elf of thievery?" Molly couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. "I can't believe we're about to rob a children's party. Aren't we supposed to be bringing joy, not stealing it?" "Think of it as redistributing the wealth," Bill quipped, "those spoiled brats have more than enough toys." They crept up the driveway, the sound of laughter and music growing louder with each step. Molly peered through the window, her eyes widening at the mountain of presents. "Jackpot," she whispered. Bill rubbed his hands together. "Let's do this." Molly took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. A flustered-looking mother answered, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Santa and his elf. "Oh, thank goodness you're here! The party entertainer canceled at the last minute." "Ho, ho, ho!" Bill bellowed, his voice booming. "Never fear, Santa is here!" The mother ushered them inside, and they were immediately swarmed by a sea of children, all clamoring for attention. Molly felt a pang of guilt as she looked into their wide, hopeful eyes. "Gather 'round, little ones!" Bill announced, "Santa has a special surprise for you." As the children clustered around him, Molly slipped away, making her way towards the pile of presents. She stuffed as many as she could into the oversized sack slung over her shoulder, the weight of her actions weighing heavily on her conscience. "What's going on?" a small voice piped up. Molly froze, turning to see a little girl with pigtails staring at her, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "I... uh..." "Are you stealing our presents?" the girl asked, her lower lip trembling. Molly's heart sank. "Listen, kid, it's not what it looks like..." But it was too late. The girl let out an ear-piercing wail, and suddenly, all eyes were on Molly. "Run!" Bill shouted, grabbing her arm and dragging her towards the door. They burst out onto the front lawn, the sack bulging with stolen loot. Molly could hear the enraged cries of parents behind them as they sprinted down the street, their costumes flapping wildly. "I can't believe we just stole from a bunch of kids," Molly panted, her cheeks flushed. Bill flashed her a roguish grin. "Ah, but think of the look on their faces when they open those presents and find out they're all full of socks and underwear." Molly couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation washing over her. As they disappeared into the night, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of their misadventures.