Molly tapped her fingers on the table, glancing at the toy catalog strewn out before them. "I still can't believe we're really doing this," she muttered. Across from her, Bill took a swig of beer, wiping his mouth. "What's the matter, gettin' cold feet about robbing kiddies now?" He grinned and elbowed her playfully. "C'mon, it's perfect. Grownups too busy guzzlin' eggnog to notice a few missing presents under the tree." Molly rolled her eyes. "I guess. Still, seems kinda low, even for us. But I suppose a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do." She flipped to the electronics section in the catalog. "I was thinking we could swap out all the toys for some fancy gadgets instead. Drones, smart watches, VR headsets..." Bill whistled. "Nice. Alright, I'm in. We'll be the most beloved crooks in town, showering these brats with tech their parents can't afford. But first we gotta case the joint. Find out where this shindig's going down." Molly nodded, flipping to the party supplies page. "The advertisement says it's at the Pinecrest Community Hall. Cute little place. We could scope it out, note the exits, where we'd stash the goods. Maybe..." She leaned in, a mischievous glint in her eye, "We could even sneak in, scope out the presents before the party starts?" Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "Molly, you're as bad as me. I like it!" He cracked open another beer, handing it to her. "To the good life of ripping off a bunch of snot-nosed kids." "To the good life," Molly clinked her bottle against his. They grinned at each other, already dreaming of the haul to come.