Molly leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You sure about this, Bill? Stealing presents from a kiddie party seems a bit... low, even for us." Bill grinned, his fingers drumming on the table. "Come on, Molls. It's a piece of cake. The parents are always too busy to notice a couple of extra guests, and the kids won't even realize their gifts are gone until it's too late." Molly's brow furrowed. "I don't know. What if we get caught? I ain't spending Christmas in the slammer." Bill waved a dismissive hand. "Pssh, don't worry. I've got this all planned out. We'll stroll in like we own the place, swipe the goods, and be out of there faster than you can say 'Santa's little helpers'." The pair fell into a conspiratorial silence, their minds racing with the intricacies of their plan. Molly finally broke the quiet. "Alright, I'm in. But I get first pick of the loot." Bill's eyes flashed with indignation. "Like hell you do! I'm the brains of this outfit, so I should get dibs on the best stuff." Molly threw up her hands. "Ugh, fine. We'll split it down the middle. But I call dibs on any gaming systems." "Deal," Bill smirked, sealing their pact with a conspiratorial handshake. "Now, let's go scope out that party and get ready to make some kiddies' holidays a whole lot brighter. Or at least, a lot less shiny."