"I can't believe you want to steal from children," Molly whispered, eyes darting around the empty parking lot. "Hey, they're not unused to taking without asking," Bill smirked, adjusting his ski mask. "Remember Halloween?" Molly sighed. "That was candy. This is the presents of their special day." "Special day? It's just an excuse for adults to pay too much for junk toys." "Junk toys they're going to love." "You really have a heart of gold, you know that? Come on." They crept up to the brightly decorated house. "So how do we get in?" Molly asked. "Spare key under the mat." "You really are a traitorous elf." "Shut up. You're in this too." "I know. Someone has to be the moral compass in this partnership." Bill glared at her. "I'm the compass. You're just along for the ride." He opened the door to the playroom. Molly's eyes widened. "Jeezus there are a lot of presents. You think they actually give them all out?" "I sure as heck hope so." Molly shook her head. "We're damn awful, you know that? Absolutely terrible." "Terrible?" "You heard me." Bill shrugged. "Well, we're doing them a service. Reducing the number of toys they have to play with." "A service?" Molly inhaled sharply. "A service." "That's what I said." "There never was a pair like us." "No, there wasn't." Bill grinned. "Now grab that train set."