Molly and Bill were sitting in a dimly lit diner, their hearts racing with excitement. "So," Molly began, taking a sip of her coffee, "the plan is to break into a children's party and steal all the presents?" Bill nodded eagerly, his eyes sparkling behind his thick glasses. "Absolutely," he replied. "Think of all the loot we'll score! It's like a veritable treasure trove of toys and games and candy and... well, you get the idea." Molly grinned, her teeth slightly yellow from too much coffee. "I know, right? This is going to be the heist of the century!" She playfully slapped Bill on the back, causing him to choke on his sip of soda. They spent the next hour going over every detail of the operation, from the design of their disguises to the appropriate vehicles to use for their escape. "We'll need a getaway car, of course," Bill said, tapping his finger on the table. "Something small but fast, like a hot rod or a motorcycle." Molly nodded in agreement. "And don't forget the distractions," she added. "We'll need something to keep the parents busy while we make our move." Both thieves giggled like schoolchildren as they dreamt of their soon-to-be-acquired riches. Little did they know, their laughter would soon turn to tears as they found themselves running from a hoard of angry parents and an even angrier Santa Claus.