Molly tapped her fingers on the wooden table, a map of the neighborhood spread out before them. "Alright, Bill, we're on for tonight. The birthday bash of the century." Bill pulled out his magnifying glass, squinting at the map. "You really think this is foolproof, Molly?" "It's got to be," Molly said, her eyes gleaming. "We'll be the gift-givers to remember. All the presents, untouched, right before everyone's eyes. Classic misdirection." Bill grinned, a wicked glint in his eye. "And what happens when the parent asks about the party poopers who took their gifts?" Molly chuckled. "Ah, simple. A nice box of chocolates on their doorstep, with a note from 'Santa's Elves.' " "You're a genius," Bill said. "Planning is everything, Bill. Now, keep scanning that map. We need to know where the damn elves are going to hide their little packages."