Molly and Bill met at their usual place – the dingy street corner near the park. The rainy weather had set a sombre mood, but their characters glittered with excitement as they hatched their next plan. "Presents, Bill," Molly whispered, adjusting the brim of her worn-out fedora, "I've been tracking this party for weeks. Sure we'll pull it off, but they've got more than just a Christmas celebration going on. The corporate giggles of the boss's jolly event is taking place right next door." "And you think that's a bonus? How can we break into a children's birthday party and manage to swipe presents without blundering on the bigwigs?" muse Bill, his frail face displaying a perplexed look. "Their masks are off, kids everywhere. This one sounds like a recipe for a disaster." "I've covered all bases," Molly replied with a twinkle in her eyes, "We have Rudy, the colour-blind gorilla potion, to mimic the company CEO's distinctive gift - a cheerful clown. The clown costume will mask our identities. Once disguised as the guest of honour - a man about town, we'll beguile the children and make a quick getaway." "So what if someone tries to catch you mid-theft?" Bill exchanged raised eyebrows with Molly. "I've got it covered, Bill dearest," she snapped her fingers in the air, "Our expert voices' mimicry - me as a child orphan and you as the church choir's fallen angel - will make our escape impossible to trace. It's like teleporting out of there while still within it." "But what if we're caught? What's our request to the party's gracious host?" For the first time, Molly's grin faltered, "I want them to remember us with happy sighs when they see the memory box they've charitably left for the underprivileged," she said, fanning out a crumpled, half-read flyer highlighting her orphanage. "It's 'for the ones who can't have presents," she added, yearningly. Seeing her eyes wetting up, Bill placed his hand on top of hers, "It's a tough world, Molly, remember? But your kindness and thoughts make all the difference. If we pull this off, we can change lives. Our hearts' intentions will keep us out of harm's way," he replied in a soft tone. "Alright then, Bill of Big Hearts," Molly touched her heart and stifled the welling emotions. "Let's hit the little children's party like Santa's elves, and jingle our way back to the orphanage." They shared a nod and started for their pilgrimage into the night. As they turned the corner, they could see the whimsical joy of the children's party in full swing, their plan with a smile.