Molly tapped her slender finger against the whiteboard adorned with scribbled maps and riddles. Her sleek black boots squeaked on the polished concrete floor as she paced the adjacent room's forgotten storage closet, her accusation landing with the weight of a sledgehammer. "Bill, we're barely an hour away from the Little Red Riding Hood Day at Golden Meadows Elementary. How are we supposed to slip in undetected, let alone out, with that Security Ninja Mike lurking about?" Bill, nestled behind a precarious pile of forgotten desks, his bald head glistening with perspiration, responded through a muffled grunt. "Relax, Mol'. I've got my trusty ninja suit and a bag of Smith & Wesson goodies." Molly snorted, an incredulous smirk playing on her lips. "Your gray sweatpants and tweed blazer do not a ninja make, Bill. You look like an overgrown potato." Bill emerged, brushing off his festive blazer with a flourish. "Appearances can be deceiving, my dear. Mike's seen me at the annual PTA bingo nights, Christmas caroling charities, and the amateur dramatics club. He'll never suspect the mysterious stranger in disguise." Molly's skeptical eyebrow arched upward. "Justice is blind, but Mike's sporadic attentiveness isn't." Bill rubbed his nicotine-stained fingers together. "Trust me, I've got this. We get in, we grab the loot – cake, gifts, and that candy-cane kegerator – and we're home free." Molly sighed, her hesitation plain on her freckled face. "Alright, fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Bill gave a thumbs-up. "Deal, partner! Let's rob these little angels blind!" His laughter was lost as Molly shook her head, rolling her eyes in silent exasperation.