Molly, her red hair framing her mischievous face and a mischievous smirk playing at the corners of her lips, entered the dimly lit living room, her eyes darting to where a crack of light revealed the staircase leading to the new addition. She turned around, barking orders to Bill. "Moses, do a thorough sweep upstairs for any kids that might be sneaking in the middle of the night. I don't want any teddy bears attempting to take a share of those presents." As Molly turned around to face Bill, she snatched a box of blowtorches from the floor. She flicked one open and showed it to him. "Give everyone some color. We wouldn't want them to feel ignored." Bill blinked back the initial shock, his gaze never leaving the contained flame, then he spat out a hearty laugh. "You think of everything. But what if they don't like these new shades?" Molly clucked her tongue and made faces at him like an irritable mother, but the corners of her mouth couldn't suppress her own broad grin. "There will be no loose ends after tonight, Mr. Crump. We'll leave not a single child who can't choose red over their existing obsession." "I'm more worried about the tummy aches from eating so many treats with unknown allergens. Fun and fortune, I can handle. Health, not so much," Bill responded, chuckling. "You'll survive. After all, our rules are simple: there's always a way and a last laugh." With an agreed nod, Bill grabbed a caddy containing the arsenal for the night, a mischievous glint shining off his glasses. "Count me in! Who'd want to pass up on stealing the day from a bunch of jumping jacks anyway?" They both shared a knowing look before the front door stills rang out their entry, coming closer and closer. "And that's one more reason," Molly whispered with a devilish grin. "We're the best thieves in the trade."