Bill peeks over the fence, giddy as a kid on Christmas morning. "Molly," he says, "you're gonna love this. It's like a treasure trove over there. Unwrapped presents everywhere." Molly checks her watch, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Not a moment too soon. The little tykes are passed out from too much candy and cheap magic tricks." "So, what's the play?" Bill rubs his hands together like a cartoon villain. "Distraction, grab-and-go?" "Smash and snatch." Molly unsheathes her lock pick set with a flourish. "Front door's wide open. Parents are sipping wine in the kitchen, too sloshed to notice." Bill whistles appreciatively. "Nice work, dollface. I'll boost the back wall, you provide the ruse. We'll have Santa's sack overflowing in no time." Molly dges over the fence, patting the ski mask tucked in her hoodie. "After you, smooth-talker. Let's make this merry." Bill clasps his hands together, eyes twinkling in the moonlit yard. "Gingerbread housesEsteemed content creator, your instructio