Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge, eyeing the bustling children's party across the lawn. Colorful balloons bobbed in the breeze, and the sound of laughter floated through the air. Molly turned to Bill, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Ready to make Santa proud?" Bill smirked, adjusting his fake mustache. "More like make Santa jealous." "Alright, here's the plan," Molly whispered, pulling out a crumpled blueprint of the house. "We hit the living room first. That's where they've stacked all the presents." Bill nodded, his fingers tapping against his thigh. "And the guards?" "Parents, you mean? They'll be too busy stuffing their faces with cake to notice us." "And the kids?" Molly grinned. "We'll distract them with magic tricks. I've got a rabbit in my bag that'll make their heads spin." Bill chuckled. "You never cease to amaze, Molly." "Just remember, Bill, we're in and out in ten minutes. No heroics, no detours." "Ten minutes, got it," Bill confirmed, his eyes fixed on the prize. Molly patted his shoulder. "Let's go steal some joy." Together, they slipped from the shadows, ready to turn the party into their own personal treasure hunt.