Molly adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses and gave Bill a sly grin. They stood in the dimly lit alley, their eyes locked on the nondescript package wrapped in brown paper and twine, left on the ground amidst the scattered trash. The party organizers, still reeling from their own scheme, had forgotten them. The prize? All the presents. A haul they could hardly believe. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Molly asked, their voice barely above a whisper. Bill shrugged, shouldering the case. "The kid who did this is a bit too enthused. We don't want him to know where we were exactly." Molly snorted. "And who's to say there isn't a security camera. We'll get caught by the parents. I've got a great idea for a heist...like a 're-decorate' heist." Bill raised an eyebrow. "A 're-decorate' heist? You know I like the original plan." Molly just smiled confidently. "That's what makes it more fun. Now, come on. We've got a job to get to."