"Alright Bill, you're the brain, I'm the getaway. We got this from here," Molly whispered, carefully crafting a subtle smile on her face as she held up a set of fake mustaches. "Got it, gotta make sure no one suspects. What's the plan, dollface?" Bill scrunched up his nose, inspecting the makeshift camouflage paint. "The kids are all asleep on the top floor, their parents are tucked away in the basement. Easy in, easy out. We grab as much junk as we can, and hit the streets. We can sell it online for a pretty penny," Molly said, her voice laced with a hint of mischief. "But what about the presents?" Bill protested, scrunching his chin. Molly rubbed the back of his neck. "We take what we want, we're crazy. Besides, we're not just about the loot, we're about having fun. It's a hoot, Bill. A big one," she said, winking at him with a ridiculous grin. Bill chuckled, looking at her with genuine amusement. "You're something else, Molly. But yeah, let's do this. I'll meet you back at the door by midnight?"