Molly and Bill snuck behind the humming, excited crowd like sly foxes. Their tasks were clear, but a child's gleeful laugh could interrupt their focus. "How are we playing the 'Square Dance, Please' game?" Molly whispered, "Remember to take the wrapped gifts we get after each dance." Bill nodded solemnly beneath his ginger wig. "I won't pass the 'Pass the Teddy' part. If I hold the teddy close, the kids must always think it's me." As the music started, they danced with the swarm of kids, enchanted by every twirl and jump. It was imperative not to draw attention. "Mmm... It smells like magic," Bill paused momentarily to inhale the vanilla essence wafting in the air from the cake's frosting. "Don't we just want a slice when this is all done?" "I'll consider it, only if we can also have each gift under the tree been marked out as presents for underprivileged kids. We could brighten their day." Bill agreed, and they danced more passionately. As the music ended, Molly thoughtfully gazed at the tree, now regarding it more than ever like a massive pile of treasure they needed to carefully prize from its depths. Each plucked package would not only make their heist terms worthwhile but would lighten young hearts, making the operation a not-so-sinister triumph. Robbing underprivileged children was not their aim today; Molly smiled knowing they would help by sharing the harvest. Bill started the pass the teddy game while she moved towards the tree. Together they were using their wits for righteous reasons. They were really not swindlers, just two thieves with resilient morals orchestrating a secret, heartwarming and inspiring heist.