“Are you sure this is a good idea, Molly?” Bill whispered, peeking through the bushes at the brightly lit house. “Absolutely! Just think of all those shiny toys!” Molly grinned, her eyes sparkling. “Because stealing from kids is a real moral high ground, huh?” Molly rolled her eyes. “They'll get more next year! We’re just providing...inventory redistribution.” “Inventory redistribution?” Bill raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like corporate jargon.” “Think big, Bill. We’re the Robin Hood of birthday presents!” she said, pulling out a pair of black gloves. “More like Robin Hoops. We’re going to jump through a lot of hoops.” “Hoops? Bring it on! I’ve got my stealth moves ready!” “Stealth? You tripped over a lawn gnome on the way here.” “Only because it was guarding the path to glory! Now, do you have the plan?” “Plan? All I have is ‘sneak in, grab gifts, sneak out.’ Very cinematic, don’t you think?” “Cinematic? Bill, more like a cartoon! Let’s just stick to the basics. When I yell ‘party time,’ we go! Got it?” “Great. And when the cops arrive, I suppose we yell ‘time’s up’?” “Very funny, Bill. Just focus!” “Right. Operation: Unwrap and Run is a go!”