Molly, perched on the fence, surveyed the scene. "Bill, you sure about this? It's a kids' party." Bill, fidgeting with his lock-picking tools, grinned. "Molly, my love, we've done worse. Besides, it's not like we're stealing from them directly." Molly raised an eyebrow. "We're stealing their presents, Bill. That's pretty direct." Bill waved a hand dismissively. "They're insured. It's not like we're taking their innocence." Molly sighed, swinging her leg over the fence. "Just remember, no hurting the kids. We're not monsters." Bill saluted her. "Scout's honor. Now, let's go make some little tykes' Christmas a bit more... interesting."