Molly yanked open the creaky front door, her eyes scanning the hallway for any signs of guard dogs or curious children. Bill followed closely behind, his eyes locked on the towering Christmas tree decorated with baubles and ribbons. Behind them stood the makeshift guard, its bright red suit and name tag flashing like a beacon. The children's laughter echoed through the hallway, mingling with the sound of eager chatter and the clinking of plastic cups on glasses. Molly ducked behind a row of fluffy white couches, her eyes fixed on the swinging door to the left. Bill nodded discreetly, his eyes locked on the back door, where a gleaming black van waited. As they melted into the crowd, a frazzled mom stumbled into view, clutching a small device that resembled a cross between a megaphone and a toy gun. "Merry Christmas!" Molly whispered, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Perfect timing," Bill replied, motioning for her to follow him. As they made a dash for the van, the mom's eyes widened, and she swiftly regained her composure.