"So, Bill," Molly whispered, her eyes glittering with mischief, "you ready to clean up at this kiddie party?" Bill adjusted his Grinch costume, the pink tutu beneath it itching uncomfortably. "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess. But how do we get in without attracting attention? We stick out like a pair of coal-covered mittens in a snowstorm." "Simple, we mingle," Molly said, straightening her elf hat. "I'll distract the adults, you make a beeline for the presents." "Wait, what if someone recognizes us?" "Trust me, Bill, no one's looking twice at us. Not when there's a bouncy castle and cotton candy machine." The two thieves approached the house, the cacophony of children's laughter and the Chicken Dance blaring in the background. Molly waltzed through the front door, while Bill hesitantly followed. "Merry Christmas, folks!" Molly exclaimed, dispensing hugs and high fives. "I'm Elf Molly, and I've come to make your holiday extra jolly!" As the parents swooned, Bill spotted his opportunity. Darting behind the festive cutouts, he zipped towards the towering pile of presents. "Quick, Bill, they're onto us!" Molly hissed. "But I'm not done!" "No time for that, Scrooge! We'll have to improvise!" Molly grabbed a armful of presents and, with Bill close behind, they dashed towards the getaway sleigh-- I