Bill leaned against the wall, laser pointer in hand, eyes locked on the blueprint. "Okay, Mo', let's make this simple. There's six floors, and the presents are on floor three." Molly, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, popped a jelly bean into her mouth. "Floor three, you say? We're just picking out toys." "Yeah, we're picking out toys," Bill affirmed, with a smirk. "Or, in our case, picking 'em in toy-sized earmuffs." "Because those 'Mommy and Daddy Detectives' are coming in hot on our coattails," Molly replied, looking intense. "Hot on our coattails indeed,” Bill agreed. “I say we're Santa's little helpers. We sneak in, we sneak out, and the rugrats don't know a thing!" Molly bounced on her toes. "We'll need distractions! I brought the confetti cannons." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And I've got the disco ball. Gotta make it feel like a real ball, you know?" She laughed. "This is not just a job, this is... art! The perfect caper amid the chaos of birthday shenanigans!" Bill finally laughed out loud. "Alright, thief-y McThiefface, it's showtime!" With a heist plan doorstopped with humor, Molly and Bill tip-toed out into the night, ready to raid a room full of wonder and 'cause they had to.