Molly and Bill huddled together in the grimy alley, a stark contrast to the cheerful birthday banner visible in the garden next door. Molly, a lanky woman with fingers as deft as a magician's, squinted at the scene. "Bill, are you sure about this? Stealing from kids, really?" Bill, portly and jovial, grinned. "Molly, my dear, think of it as... redistributing joy. Besides, these kids have more toys than they know what to do with." Molly raised an eyebrow. "And we're the joy redistributors now?" "Exactly!" Bill clapped his hands together. "Now, the plan. You create a diversion, I'll snatch the presents. Easy as stealing candy from a baby." Molly sighed, "Which is essentially what we're doing." Bill waved a dismissive hand. "Semantics, Molly. Semantics. Now, let's get this party started."