Molly leaned against the wall, her eyes scanning the brightly colored fliers for the upcoming children's party. "Bill, we're going to be the coolest aunt and uncle ever," she said with a grin. Bill chuckled, adjusting his beanie. "Yeah, stealing presents from kids. Real family-friendly stuff." "Think of it as redistributing wealth," Molly retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Besides, who needs ten action figures?" "And who's going to explain to little Timmy why his brand-new bike is suddenly a tricycle?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow. Molly waved off his concern. "We'll leave a note. 'Sorry, not sorry. Santa's elves needed a budget cut.'" Bill laughed, shaking his head. "You're insane, you know that?" "Insane in the membrane," Molly agreed, tapping her chin. "Now, about the costumes... I was thinking clown. You?" "Clown? Really? I was going for more of a magician vibe. Disappear the presents, make them reappear in our van." Molly nodded approvingly. "Magician it is. And Bill, if anyone asks, we're just here to spread holiday cheer." "Right," Bill said, smirking. "Holiday cheer and a little bit of larceny."