Molly and Bill sat at a small kitchen table, poring over their plans one final time before tonight's operation. Molly, a petite woman with auburn hair and emerald eyes, pushed her glasses up her nose as she studied the map of the mansion. "Alright, so I map says the party's being held in the main hall. Loads of presents everywhere," she said, tapping a marker on the layout. "We need to get in, grab what we can, and get out quick." Bill, a burly man with a neatly trimmed beard, looked over the plan and nodded. "Sounds good. I was thinking we could fashion one of those disposable camera drones to fly down the chimney - you said the kids were having a magic show, right?" Molly grinned. "Perfect. I've already got the camera they'll be using tonight back at the van. We'll just need to nick the battery and switch it out with our camera's. The host will be none the wiser." "Speaking of the host, how do we get past their butler/security guy?" Bill asked, scanning the map again. "Oh, that's easy," Molly said, rolling her eyes. "I'll talk a walk around the house, put on my best party guest pose, and he'll swoon right into my arms after one look at my cleft chin." Bill snorted. "And there's a seamstress at the van last-minute patching up your dress? You've got them all figured out haven't you!" Molly waved her hand dismissively. "Not all of them," she said, eyes glinting with mischief. "The real challenge will be getting past the girl's room without any rude awakenings." She leaned over the table and said in a hushed voice, "They're moving a bunch of expensive dolls to their chambers tonight, and I've spotted a rather fetching set for us to liberate. We'll laugh about this tomorrow morning, just you wait." Bill's jaw dropped as Molly wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Hey! Y-You know I don't swing that way, right?" he sputtered. "Don't tell me you don't like plushies," she teased, crouching down to the level of a nearby teddy bear. She stroked its fur, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. "They're soft, cuddly, made of the finest cashmere, and there's no complicated gender identification when you're just talking about stuffed animals." "Easy for you to say, you're holding it," Bill grumbled as he pointed at their target on the map. "And just how do we supersize the bear's arms and legs to lift these unwieldy piles of boxed gifts?" Molly shrugged, her smile never wavering. "With lots of friends, of course. The bear has a loose frame construction, so a few fasteners and hinges and he'll be good for anything we need." Bill shook his head, amazed at her resourcefulness. "I don't know Molly, you're getting a bit overambitious in planning. What if tonight goes wrong?" She winked at him. "What good thieves are you if you can't go with the flow a little? Besides, with any unlucky clue in the toy box, it's impossible to figure out from the outside." She indicated the map again. "True story - the design of this eye-tastic present results in any tampering becoming just as impossible to spot to an eagle eyed kid." Bill puffed out his chest. "So this is going to be the most daring, the most hilarious, and the most frustrating job of our careers if I know them both right? And the most lucrative!" Molly raised her glass. "Not if it's overpriced that is, so let's make it a night to remember. Cheers!" Bill clanged their beer glasses. "Cheers!" As they chugged down their drinks, a mischievous glint entered their eyes. "Any challenges this'll present that are scaleable? I'm down for a anything right now!" A smile broke out on Molly's face as she rapped the table with a long fingernail. "Bill, we are so. so. in for a night of shenanigans, I can tell you that."