Molly huddled next to Bill in the dimly lit alleyway, her eyes fixed on the glowing banners marking the location of their target. " Alright, so we've got the party at Little Timmy's house tonight. Boss man wants all the presents." Bill adjusted the ski mask on his head, his voice muffled behind his own. "Nice and easy. Kids opening up presents, no alarms, no security – it's like they're begging us to steal them." Molly giggled. "I know, right? Plus, there's probably tons of candy. I'm in it for the sweets, honestly." Bill snickered. "You're such a kid at heart, Moo." "Hey, it's research!" Molly defended. "I've got to know what I'm stealing, don't I? So, the layout – one room for the kids, one for the grown-ups, and then the present pile in the corner." "Correct. So we'll split up. You take the kids' room, I'll slip into the grown-ups. We make our move when the piñata's about to get smashed." Molly grinned. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this. My favorite part? When they start to suspect something and it's like, 'Did someone steal the presents?' And then we're already in the getaway car, sipping hot chocolate, leaving them to figure it out." Bill chortled. "Can't wait for the grown-ups' faces when they realize everything's gone. We'll be legendary, Molly – the party poopers." Molly cackled. "Alright, let's do this!" Both thieves slipped into the night, the children's laughter and music growing louder as they crept towards their unexpected payday.