Molly leaned over the crumpled map spread out on the old picnic table, its corners wet from the morning dew. Bill tapped a finger, outlined in black marker, on a star labeled "Candy Cane Lane." He glanced at Molly, who was busy counting the multi-colored pins she'd stuck into their target area. "You sure this is worth the risk?" "Says the man with a clown mask in his backpack," Molly replied, not looking up. "Bill, it's gold mine in there. Think of it - every child's fantasy turned loot." Bill frowned, rubbing his chin. "Just seems wrong, stealing from kids." Molly finally glanced up, her eyes shining with excitement. "It's not the kids we're stealing from, Bill. It's their parents. Think of the insurance payouts. Besides, it's for a good cause." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what cause is that?" "To prove," Molly said, folding the map and stuffing it into her back pocket, "That even the most magical places have their dark sides. Now, let's go bring a little chaos to this party." She winked. "Operation Grinch, activated."