Molly adjusted her stocking cap, eyeing the brightly decorated community center. "Bill, this is crazy." Bill chuckled, his breath fogging in the cold air. "Think of it as a treasure hunt. For kids' stuff." "They're not going to be happy when they realize the presents are gone." "Who says they have to know? We'll leave a little something behind." He winked, flashing a glittery wand. Molly shook her head. "This is stealing, Bill." "From kids who won't even miss it." He shrugged, slinging a duffel bag over his shoulder. "Besides, it’s just for fun." "Fun for who? Us?" Molly muttered, following him towards the back door. Bill unlocked it, motioning for silence. They crept inside, the sounds of children's laughter echoing through the hallway. They reached the brightly wrapped presents stacked under a banner that read "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LIZZIE!" Molly sighed, "This is wrong." "Don't be such a Grinch," Bill whispered, stuffing a pile of gifts into the bag. "We could just return them," Molly suggested, eyeing a particularly sparkly unicorn. Bill sighed, tossing it back. "Fine, fine. But only the ones that... shimmer." Molly chuckled despite herself, grabbing a shimmering dragon figurine. "Deal."