In the shadowy alley behind the community center, Molly and Bill huddled over a crumpled blueprint, the faint sound of children's laughter and music filtering through the walls. Molly, a petite woman with a penchant for vintage suits and sharp wit, tapped her gloved finger on the paper. Bill, her lanky, bespectacled partner, squinted at the diagram, his bushy eyebrows knitting together. "Alright, Bill," Molly began, her voice a low purr, "We've got the layout. The party's in full swing, which means the presents are unattended. We slip in, grab the loot, and slip out. Easy peasy." Bill pushed his glasses up his nose, his eyes scanning the blueprint. "Molly, are you sure about this? Stealing from children? It's a bit...low, even for us." Molly rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "Bill, darling, it's not like we're taking their candy. We're redistributing the wealth. Besides, it's not like their parents can't afford to replace them." Bill sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair. "I suppose you're right. But I still don't like it." Molly clapped him on the back, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Cheer up, Bill! Think of it as a challenge. We've never pulled off a heist in broad daylight, in a room full of witnesses. It's like...the granddaddy of all heists." Bill groaned, but Molly was already moving, tucking the blueprint into her pocket. She slipped a small device from her other pocket, a sly smile on her face. "Now, let's see if this little gadget can handle the security system." Bill watched as Molly fiddled with the device, his stomach churning with nerves. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. "Alright, Molly. Let's do this. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Molly laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Wouldn't have it any other way, Bill. Now, let's go steal some Christmas."