Molly tiptoed through the dimly lit room, her breath barely a whisper in the silence. She held the floor plans taut between her fingers, their outlines promising a treasure trove like no other: a children's party. Bill, beside her, cracked his knuckles nervously, a habit he'd picked up over the years, the sound echoing softly in the near-empty space. They stood on the cusp of something ridiculous, a high-risk operation for an unlikely reward – presents meant for unsuspecting children. But the job was too tempting to pass. Inside were rumored to be the most sought-after toys, limited editions that collectors drooled over. And, of course, the cash stuffed in envelopes, an added bonus for the thieving duo. She turned to Bill, blue eyes glinting under the shadow of her cap. "We're definitely doing this, right?" Her voice was low, the question barely a thread in the air, more for reassurance than actual doubt. Bill let out a breath, the spidery lines around his eyes crinkling as he grinned. "It's a heist, Molly. Gotta keep the legend alive, don’t we?" He patted his pocket, where the lock pick nestled snugly, ready for action. The clock struck midnight, its chime a silent countdown to chaos. They glanced at each other, a silent agreement passing between them. It was time to turn fiction into fact and make their move. They were about to steal Christmas, or at least the loot that came with it. With a final nod, they stepped into the night, leaving the quiet of their hideout behind, and marching towards their unlikely conquest. The children's party would never know what hit them.