Molly and Bill huddled in the alley behind the community center, their breaths misting in the chilly night air. The hum of children's laughter and music filtered through the thin walls, a stark contrast to their hushed tones. "Alright, Bill," Molly whispered, consulting her worn notebook, "we've got the blueprints, the security codes, and the perfect disguise." Bill, dressed in an oversized clown nose and floppy shoes, grumbled, "I still think this is a terrible idea, Mol. Stealing from kids? Really?" Molly rolled her eyes, adjusting her own disguise - a pair of cat ears and a tail. "It's not like they won't get more presents. Besides, it's not like we're robbing a bank. It's just... a redistribution of Christmas cheer." Bill sighed, "I just hope you're right. I don't want to spend Christmas in a cell." Molly patted his shoulder, "Relax, Bill. We've pulled off worse. Remember the time we-" "Shh!" Bill hissed, "Not the time for war stories, Mol. Let's just get this over with." Molly grinned, "That's the spirit! Now, remember the plan. I'll create a distraction, you grab the presents." Bill nodded, "And we meet back here in ten minutes, no matter what." Molly gave him a thumbs up, "Exactly. Now, let's go steal some Christmas!" As they slipped into the community center, Molly couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. But she pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. After all, it was just a little redistribution of Christmas cheer. What could go wrong?