"So, Bill, what's the game plan for this pint-sized heist?" Molly asked, adjusting her too-small party hat with a smirk. Bill leaned over the blueprints they'd stolen from the party organizer's office. "Simple. We blend in, play the part, and when the coast is clear—happy birthday, everyone, but not for the kiddos." Molly glanced at the assortment of gifts depicted on the page. "And after we decode their drunken pirate game, we finally crack the vault of Santa's generosity?" "Exactly," Bill nodded, adjusting his fake scruffy goatee. "I'll distract the bouncer, you swipe the loot. Got a special present for you, by the way." He winked. "Oh? Do tell," Molly rolled her eyes playfully. "You'll see. After all, what's a heist without a little Christmas cheer?" He passed her a small box. Her eyes narrowed skeptically. "When do bartenders swap mixology tricks for lock-picking skills?" Molly quipped, tapping the box with a chuckle. "That's... chocolates?" "You'll thank me for the marzipan. Hide it in your other costume!" Bill raised an eyebrow. "Or just keep it for emergency energy," Molly said with a chuckle. "Let's bring this holiday spirit to life, or at least to the black market." The two thieves shared a laugh as they stepped into the chaos of paper hats and party blowers. Together, they prepared to dance with the sugarplum fairies of larceny.