Molly drummed her fingers on the cold metal table, studying the floor plan strewn out between her and Bill. An array of colorful stickers and scribbled notes dotted the blueprint like a child's artwork, adding a layer of absurdity to their already ridiculous mission. "Okay," she said, her voice low and conspiratorial, "here's the situation. We're talking about a horde of unattended presents, and I mean, we're talking the good stuff, right? Games, gadgets, all the latest toys." She paused, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Bill, with his scruffy beard and eyes that always seemed a shade too innocent for his line of work, frowned. "But it's a kids' party, Molly," he protested, his eyebrows knitting together. "Aren't we supposed to be the good guys sometimes?" Molly threw her hands up in exasperation. "That's the beauty of it, Bill! We're not the bad guys. We're just...borrowing. Temporarily." She waggled her fingers in a gesture that was supposed to convey ambiguity, but just made her look more like a lovable eccentric than a hardened criminal. Bill sighed, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "And what happens when all these kids wake up tomorrow and there's nothing under the tree?" he asked, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice. Molly leaned in, her expression serious. "We leave them IOUs, of course. With a promise to double their loot next year. It's all about the long con, my friend. Now, about these presents..." She tapped her pen on the blueprint, her eyes sparkling with mischief.