Molly leaned back in her chair, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Picture this, Bill: a house full of wide-eyed kids, all those presents just waiting to be whisked away. It'll be like a holiday sneak every day of the week!" Bill raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical yet intrigued. "And you're dead serious about this, right? I mean, aren't we supposed to be stealing from grownups? Not Santa knockoffs?" "Oh, I'm all about progress, darling," Molly replied with a wink. "Think about it—those parents won't suspect a thing. Plus, all that sugar in the kids' blood? We'll be like a crew of speedballs by the time we're done." "Alright, alright," Bill laughed, shaking his head. "So, what's the plan? Break in, grab the loot, and make a hasty escape? Or are we going for the grand finale of inflating a giant balloon animal and floating off into the night?" "Precisely," Molly nodded, drums of reason beating in her chest. "We'll need to time our move with the cake cutting. The music'll be loud, the kids'll be bouncing off the walls, and those parents? They'll be more focused on catching youngsters with candy children than on a couple of larceny leaning lovers." Bill grinned, clapping Molly on the back. "Well, I guess we're on for a merry, merry chase, aren't we, kiddo? Keep your eye on the prize—no one better be more surprised than Santa himself when those presents disappear under the mistletoe." "Garbage," Molly muttered, grabbing her coat. "Now, want to do a trial run on how to sneak out past the kid-wrangler known as 'a working Mom'?" "Lead the way, ma'am," Bill said, following her out into the night, ready for their next adventure in crime.