In the dimly lit corner of a rundown café, Molly and Bill huddled over a steaming pile of greasy fries, their heads bent together like a pair of crows over carrion. Molly, with her wild curls stuffed into a knitted hat, jabbed a ketchup-laden fry at the blueprint laid out between them. "Alright, so the party starts at 1400 hours," she said, tapping the paper. "We'll enter through the kitchen, here." Bill, his lanky frame folded into the rickety chair, squinted at the map. "You sure about this, Mol? It's a kids' party. Seems a bit... low." Molly rolled her eyes, stuffing the fry into her mouth. "Low? Bill, there's gonna be a mountain of presents. Easy to fence, no serial numbers. It's perfect." Bill scratched his chin, still unconvinced. "But what if we get caught? You want to be known as the duo who stole from kids?" Molly leaned back, crossing her arms. "First, we won't get caught. Second, these aren't just any kids. They're little princes and princesses from Uptown. Their parents can afford to buy them new stuff. We're just... redistributing wealth." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Redistributing wealth? Now we're what, Robin Hood and his merry woman?" Molly smirked. "If the shoe fits. Besides, think about it. We get in, grab the presents, and get out. No alarms, no security. It's the easiest job we've ever pulled." Bill sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know, Mol. Something feels off about this one." Molly leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Come on, Bill. Where's your sense of adventure? We'll be like the Grinch, but without the heart growing three sizes at the end." Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, fine. But if we end up on the naughty list for this, I'm blaming you." Molly grinned, holding out her hand. "Deal. Now let's go over the plan one more time. We've got two days to become the best Santa impersonators this city has ever seen." As they leaned back over the blueprint, the café filled with their laughter, the sound as infectious as their grinning faces. They were thieves, yes, but they were also partners, friends, and perhaps, just perhaps, a little bit crazy. But in their world, crazy was just another day on the job. And this job, well, it was going to be one heck of a party.