Molly adjusted her red Santa hat as she and Bill stood outside the venue, peering through the frosted windows. Inside, a sea of colorful balloons and glittery streamers decorated the room, leading to a towering pile of brightly wrapped presents. The children's laughter echoed through the halls, a cruel reminder of their mission. "Alright, Bill, you're the muscle. I'll be the brains," Molly whispered, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed the scene. "We'll have to be quick and quiet. I bet that cake is covering a security system." Bill's brow furrowed, his mustache twitching with anticipation. "Piece of cake. I'll fashion us a distraction while you grab the goods." As they slipped inside, blending seamlessly with the festive crowd, Molly couldn't help but smile. The thrill of the heist always made her heart race, no matter how young the victims. It was all in the game, and they were about to score big.