Molly smoothed her leather gloves over the knuckles of her hand, giving them a delicate tap to make sure they still fit. "You're looking good, Bill. Suits you." Bill raised an eyebrow as he adjusted his black ski mask, favoring the mirror behind Molly. "Suits you too, Molly. You look like a real pro." The van's engine hummed to life, and Molly put the car in gear, pulling into the oversize parking spot in front of the party. Another abandoned Christmas, another mark. Her eyes flicked to the invitation on the passenger seat – a glossy image of a family laughing and smiling, surrounded by piles of colorful wrapped gifts. The words "Holiday Bash" were scribbled in bold letters across the bottom of the page. "Alright, Bill. Plot the approach. We'll flank the left end of the house." Molly winked, her eyes glinting with mischief. Bill, leaning against the driver's side door, watched her as she expertly navigated the tree-lined street, her eyes scanning the surrounding houses for any sign of the party. "I'll get the crowd control system online. Who works the gate." Molly nodded, pulling out a small keypad from the glove compartment. "All hands on deck, Bill." She typed in a few swift keystrokes, and the keypad beeps, confirming their entry into the party network. "This is gonna be a piece of cake. Except... I don't think we'll be getting much sleep," Bill said with a jolt as a notification flashed on the screen: "Unauthorized guest intrusion detected at Gate 7." Molly's smile faltered for a split second before she put the damper on it. "Shh. We'll just keep moving. Our friends are probably just excited to see the kids having fun without the usual parental eyes in the house." Bill's eyes locked onto a set of dark hair atop a puffed-up boy, sporting a Santa hat, as he scanned the street beyond. "I've got eyes on him. That kid's been getting extra attention all day and might not be smart enough to notice us." Molly chuckled and opened the passenger door, guiding Bill into the shadows of the van. "Alright, let's go give him the grand tour of the interior." As they slipped past the gate, the boy's mother stood at the doorway, oblivious to their approaches. She was the house's official "Mystery Man, always watching the kids for an easy tip." Molly waved at her, whispering "good luck" to her as they cleared the gate and slipped back into the shadows. Their real plan revolved around the house itself. Molly navigated the interior via a preconceived exit, her eyes scanning for any hidden cameras or sound equipment. Bill hacked into the audio system, bypassing what Molly had promised to find. Once inside, they moved swiftly through the living room, taking a particular interest in the Christmas tree, sporting enough gold-wrapped presents to stretch a smile from an ornery clown. Bill worked his magic into the sprinkler system, ensuring a distraction. Meanwhile, Molly created fake party noise, diverting the mothers' attention to the TV area. They were about to make their move when Molly turned to Bill, a mischievous glint in her eye. "What now?" she asked, her lips brushing against his ear. Bill didn't respond, his face grinning like he knew some private joke. Molly sealed his lips, winking with a red-lit secret smile as they switched places and pushed outward.