Molly, perched on the edge of a dumpster, squinted at the brightly colored balloons bobbing outside the community center. "You sure about this, Bill? It's a kids' party." Bill, leaning against the wall, checked his watch. "Positive. They've got a 'Free Gift' table. That's an invitation if I ever saw one." Molly sighed, adjusting her wig. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this. Stealing from kids?" Bill chuckled. "We're not stealing from the kids, Mol. We're stealing from the parents who can afford to buy their brats more crap they don't need." Molly rolled her eyes but didn't argue. Bill had a point. She pulled out a small, intricate lockpick set. "Alright, let's get this over with." Bill grinned, pulling out a bag of candy. "Here, put these in your pockets. We'll look like we're just here to hand out treats." Molly took the candy, stuffing it into her coat. "You're the worst, Bill." Bill laughed, pushing off the wall. "And you love it." They slipped into the community center, Molly picking the lock on the 'Staff Only' door. The party was in full swing, kids screaming and laughing, parents chatting and drinking. Molly and Bill slipped into the crowd, Bill handing out candy, Molly casing the joint. "Alright, I've got eyes on the gift table," Molly murmured, leaning close to Bill. "It's guarded by a clown." Bill snorted. "A clown? Really?" Molly nodded. "Yep. And he's not leaving his post." Bill grinned. "Leave that to me. You grab the gifts." Molly raised an eyebrow. "And how are you going to distract a clown, Bill?" Bill wiggled his eyebrows. "I've got my ways." Bill walked over to the clown, a tall, lanky man with a red nose and a painted smile. He leaned in, whispering something in the clown's ear. The clown's eyes widened, then he nodded, slipping away from the gift table. Molly shook her head, moving in. She grabbed as many gifts as she could carry, stuffing them into her bag. She was just about to make a run for it when a little girl tugged on her coat. "Hey, you're not the candy lady!" the girl accused. Molly froze, then smiled. "You're right, sweetie. I'm the... gift fairy. I deliver presents to good girls and boys." The girl's eyes widened. "Really? Can I have a present?" Molly hesitated, then reached into her bag, pulling out a small, wrapped box. "Here you go, sweetheart. Merry Christmas." The girl beamed, taking the present. Molly slipped away, meeting Bill at the door. They slipped out, leaving the party behind. Back at the dumpster, Molly counted the gifts. "We got twelve, Bill. Not bad." Bill grinned. "Told you it was a good plan." Molly laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Let's get out of here before someone notices the gift table's been cleaned out." As they walked away, Molly couldn't help but smile. Despite the circumstances, it had been a good night. And who knows? Maybe that little girl would get a real present for Christmas after all.