Molly adjusted her tiara and glanced at Bill, who was nervously fumbling with a party hat. "So, the master plan is to blend in like we're two minor league Santa's, right?" she whispered, rehearsing their cover story. "Exactly, Molly, but I'm sure our 'mistletoe footwork' will be top-notch," Bill joked, still not sure they wouldn't trip over the first streamer. "You're on with the jokes, Santa. Just focus on the—aargh!" Molly's sentence was cut short as a balloon popped right above them. Bill glared at the giggling child behind him. "Now's not the time, elf!" Through the festive chaos, they found their target: the towering pile of presents beneath the main Christmas tree. "Oh, Bishop, I mean Santa, the children are afoot. Best we do our charm offensive now?" Bill winked, "We'll give them sacks of coal if they breathe a word." Sneaking behind the tree, Molly's eyes widened. "Look at this! Piles upon piles... Are we actually going through with this ridiculous scheme?" "Yes!" Bill exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face. "Let's shuffle pasted reindeer and nab the loot!" Molly moved closer, covered by a cacophony of children's laughter. "On the count of three?" "Three!" With a synchronized nod, they snatched, stuffed, and exited, a parade of youngsters none the wiser. As they counted their ill-gotten gains, Molly chuckled. "Bill, we just pulled off our first heist—dressed as a child-messenger, no less!" Bill held up a toy dinosaur. "To new beginnings and forever being grounded as naughty children in our fondest Christmas memories!" They high-fived, the thrill of their success echoing through the laughter and joy of the unknowing party. "To many more, my larcenous lass," Bill toasted with a stolen party soda. "To high jinks and highjacking the high five!" Molly replied, her laughter twinning with the merry chaos they'd created.