In the shadowy alley behind the community center, Molly and Bill huddled, their breath visible in the chilly night air. The distant hum of children's laughter and the occasional pop of a balloon punctuated the silence. Molly, her eyes scanning the building, chewed on her lower lip, a habit Bill found both endearing and infuriating. He, on the other hand, was a picture of calm, his hands tucked into the pockets of his worn leather jacket, his gaze fixed on the window they planned to infiltrate. "Five minutes till the cake's cut," Molly murmured, her voice barely audible over the distant hum. "That's our window." Bill nodded, his eyes never leaving the window. "You sure about this, Mol? Stealing from kids?" Molly sighed, running a hand through her short, dark hair. "We're not stealing from the kids, Bill. We're stealing from the parents who can afford to buy their little darlings a mountain of presents. There's a difference." Bill raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Molly rolled her eyes, pulling out a small device from her pocket. "Besides, it's not like we're taking their presents. We're just... relocating them to a more deserving home." Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "You've got a way with words, Mol. I'll give you that." Molly grinned, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. "Ready to make some kids' Christmas?" Bill nodded, his lips curling into a smirk. "Let's go make some memories." With that, they moved towards the window, their figures melting into the darkness, leaving only the faint echo of their laughter behind.