Molly, sporting her distinctive top hat, breezed through the crowd of giggling children. Her eyes, sharp as her wit, fell upon the spread of colorful toys and candy candies before them. Beside her, Bill, the chuckle-inducing yet nimble pickpocket, slipped into conversation effortlessly. "Nowt for old times' sake," murmured Bill, flicking through a pamphlet. "We reach for our golden noontime on this sweet parade. The toy boxes are ripe for the graduating!" Molly raised an eyebrow, checking her watch with a nudge of her pointed hat. "Uh-huh. This Vanilla CGI disguise – perfect. Megan last minute can ditch 'em, and we've a rush of photo ops in the 'gift corridor,'" she joked with a grin. "Gifts corridor. Shame we don't expect... innovative takings," Bill quipped, adjusting his disguise. Their banter was a dance of minds; a volley of tricks behind the guise of fun, each word punctuated with a snicker for the unsuspecting onlookers. The party's very air was thick with anticipation and the scent of playtime delights. This was their ‘naughty’ gig, finessed to be theatrical such as it was risky. A heist in reverse, a tactical chase of trails through crowds in search of presents, all under the laughter spree's guise. The skit would end as would any – with the pair sipping victory teas and basking in clandestine glee, as hours later, amidst the discarded wrapping paper and the echo of joyful goodbyes, their pockets were full and the world none the wiser to their little playful larceny.