"I'm telling you, Bill, it's a foolproof plan," Molly said, rubbing the back of her neck. "What's the plan?" Bill asked, his voice low and serious. "We get in, grab all the presents, and get out," Molly replied, her eyes shining with excitement. "And then we get out before the parents realize what hit them." "I'm not so sure about this one, Molly," Bill said, his brow furrowed. "I don't know if we're going up against all of these sugared-up kids." "You're not thinking like a thief, Bill," Molly said, rolling her eyes. "We just need to be... festive." "Festive?" Bill repeated, incredulous. "You and your cheesy jokes, Molly. I think we should stick to the art of the heist." "Don't be such a goody-goody," Molly said, tossing a glance at him. "We'll have fun with this, I promise." "Fun?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "You mean like the time I got caught by the postal workers in West Virginia?" Molly smiled mischievously. "Hey, that was a once-in-a-lifetime experience." "I should have known better," Bill said, laughing. "Fine, but if we get caught, I'm blaming you."