Molly typed away furiously at her computer, staring intently at the screen. She had meticulously planned every detail of their upcoming heist - last minute they had decided to target the biggest children's party of the year. Molly rolled her eyes. The audacity of the idea never ceased to amaze her. "Molly!" echoed her voice through the room. "You know we can't steal innocent children's gifts, right?! This is rankly reprehensible and wickedly diabolical!" Molly chuckled, turning to gaze at her accomplice Bill, a tall, boisterous figure with a mop of disheveled hair. "That's the charm, isn't it, Bill? Scare the unsuspecting host, snatch the gifts, profit." Bill's eyes sparkled as they landed on Molly. "Well, I'll say this, Molly," his voice held a hint of mock enthusiasm. "You'll never find a thief as crafty and possibly treasonous as us! I mean think about it - breaking into a kid's party uninvited sounds so delightfully dangerous!" Molly huffed, playfully throwing her hands in the air. "Alright, Bill. Be dramatic. We're planning the perfect caper. No little children will be left out of the festivities this season. They'll have to endure the ordeal of Kris Kringle rampaging through their halls in pursuit of us." "Ha!" snickered Bill. "Who needs old Kris when we have us? He'll shake in his ol' boots when we wreak havoc! I can't wait to hear the intrigued screams!" "I was counting on your specialized distraction skills so don't let me down." Molly smirked, adding the finishing touches to her blueprint. "And, for your information, I've got a contingency plan, just in case Kris decides to be as...stop-motion and puppet-like as ever. But things look to be going as planned." "Molly, my dear, you've never seen what I can do with just a wrong crinkle of my hat!" listed Bill, confidence brimming from him. "Meanwhile, remember this: if a good defender is nobody, a bad guy gets celebrated... I think we just got ourselves a run" "defiance hasLeg," "at the winning..." And thus, they continued, tossing and spinning their plans through the air, interrupting each other with jokes and sass, in preparation for what would be their most whimsical and diabolically innocent holiday haul yet.