"You got nervous?" whispered Bill, leaning towards Molly. "Of course not. Once…for practice, our doormice friend–" "Martha, not our best-performing mouse. You know that." "Fine then, Martha, me and she sneaked into the garden party your stakeout group organized." "That was months ago, not our current plan." Molly nodded, her eyes pointedly towards the envy-spired colorful balloons nearly bursting with streams of bright pleated tails. "You want these convoluted balloons, then?" "No Bill, I'm talking about the children and their look of excitement there." Empathetic Molly's disposition shone in her shining eyes. Bill, a firm man awed by Molly's marvellous bond with kids. "The gifts are just a transaction, what possesses you to rescue the joyful moments of these innocent souls?" "Nostalgia, my friend. Remember when we both were young and small?" "There's no reason to," Bill replied with a tinge of mock sadness. "Exactly, but for these children, who have their whole life ahead, it's essential to guide them the right path. Remember, we'll be stealing presents, not spirits." Bill couldn't resist grinning, acknowledging Molly's camaraderie with these young ones. Eyes colliding, their determination and love for these kids pierced the joyous atmosphere. From within their heart, a common rhythm started to set. They would attend this party, but it would be a heist like no other. Plan in place, a promise secured to restore innocent joy in a land of calamity. They were in it together.