"So, the plan is simple," Molly began, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We wait until the kids are distracted by the cake and then we swoop in and grab the gifts." Bill scratched his chin, a hesitant look on his face. "You sure this is a good idea? Stealing from kids, Molly? It's a new low, even for us." "Oh, come on, Bill! It's not like they earned those presents themselves. And besides," she added, winking, "we're doing them a favor. Think of it as an early lesson in sharing." "I don't know, Mol. There's something about this that doesn't sit right with me." "Look," she said, her voice softening as she placed a hand on his shoulder, "I get your concerns, but we're good people. We'll make sure Santa brings them twice as many gifts next year, okay?" Bill sighed, knowing that once Molly had set her mind on something, there was no changing it. "Alright, fine. But if we get caught, we're blaming the Elves. I'm not doing hard time over a mislaid Frozen doll." "Deal. Now, let's get ready. The party starts in an hour and we need to be in position." With a shared nod, the two thieves set off to prepare for their unconventional heist. It wasn't your average bank job, but then again, Molly and Bill weren't your average criminals.