As Molly tiptoed around the dimly lit living room, her eyes adjusted to the flickering shadows cast by the festive Christmas lights. She poked her head into the conversation where Bill sat, smirking at their meticulously crafted map. "Alright, Bill, the plan is set. We hit the party at precisely 7:45 PM. You distract the patriarch with the live reindeer while I—" "—tail me back to the facade exit," Bill finished her sentence, his voice smooth as the slithering wires he chose over combat knives. Molly nodded, hand still slick with static from her handkerchief. "I've checked the locks; they're as straight as a new dollar. But remember, precision is key." Bill grunted, acknowledging the advice with a thumbs up. "The birthday boy's third cousin, Second George, lacks a temperament like a string bean. Little Timmy will butt heads with him until we snuck away." "Perfect," Molly replied, drawing out her plan with laser-sharp focus. "We'll reroute the party music to disorient them! Timmy will be like an asylum patient. Laughs all around!" "And the presents, Molly?" Bill's gaze flitted to the quilted duffel beside her, "300 of them. From fifty kids, that's a loot pile ripe for the seizing." Molly chuckled, picturing the toy sprawl. "I've timed our entry so, post-midnight, when the parents chase their sleep like a gossiping tabloid hoard. Now, about extraction—how far do we retreat without tripping any alarms?" Bill's eyes danced, landing on the back door that led straight to the city dump. "More than half a mile. Out of sight and outta mind. It's a bird's flight, not a jogger's sprint." Molly grabbed her hat, tipping it back with certainty. "Cold enough, buddy. The air turns frosty quicker than our conscience warms up." Bill saluted, "Aged enough to seal the deal. Now meet you at the usual rendezvous, and let's turn playground chaos into our playground itself." "To a well-orchestrated holiday heist: where children raise heaven and thieves reclaim it." Molly raised her coffee mug with itinerant glee. Boisterous laughter ricocheted off the walls as they slipped out, the Christmas spirit and their audacious scheme mingling to a tune of silent conspiracy and unharmonized morality.