Bill and Molly sat hunched over a map of a local children's birthday party. The party held all the presents they craved, but getting there wasn't going to be easy. Molly spoke up with an excited but cautious tone, "Alright, Bill. Got our game plan sorted? We hit the party, snatch every single present in sight, and make a graceful getaway?" Bill scratched his head, looking puzzled and slightly concerned. "Graceful, you say? That's quite a lofty goal, _Molly_. I think we're going for 'creaky, subconscious laughter' here." Molly laughed, her scarlet curls bouncing as she did so. "Oh come on, Bill. You know you love the intrigue. Besides, we can blend in, right?" Bill nodded, his wine-red beard twitching. "Yes, well, I suppose having a mask that doubles as a blow-up dinosaur will cover our tracks. Except, who decides which present is the main attraction?" Molly clapped her hands together, her eyes gleaming. "Why, the Mini Mario Switch, of course! It's the toy of the season!" Bill's face twisted into mock worry. "_Mini Mario Switch_, you say? We'll look like party-hopping collectors! Should we just take the whole dang tree?" Molly giggled, placing a hand on her hip. "That's not the only tree. I heard there was a huge jungle-themed one, too!" Bill seemed to weigh his options, the corners of his lips twitching up. "Well, it's nothing we can't wish for ourselves before leaving." "Like thieves who wish for an untraceable getaway car," Molly chuckled, grinning from ear to ear. A mischievous look crossed Bill's face. "Precisely, Molly!" Molly bounded to her feet, eyes sparkling. "Alright, Bill. Steal the switches,lijah everything else. We rule the partyThis plan could get sticky." Bill placed his hand on Molly's shoulder, a playful grin spreading across his face. "And lo and behold, we rule the night. But remember, if this goes south, it's all on you." Molly grinned back, still bouncing on her toes, eyebrows furrowed fiercely. "Deal." In an age-old tradition, they pondered their smooth heist scheme, their spirits high for another successful escapade. They were, quite simply, the Robin Hood's of children's presents, and the children themselves would never know the extent of their charity.