"Alright, here's the plan," Molly said, peering through the fence at the colorful party decorations. "We'll wait till the kiddies are distracted by cake, then sneak in, grab the gifts, and split." Bill adjusted his fake mustache and nodded. "Piece of cake, eh? Pun intended." He chuckled at his own joke. Molly rolled her eyes. "You're such a kid sometimes. This is serious business. The goods are our top priority." "Speaking of goods..." Bill's gaze drifted appreciatively over Molly's tight pants. "I'd say you're lookin' mighty fine as a sexy cat burglar." She smirked. "Flattery will get you nowhere, you dog." Despite her words, she posed coquettishly, enjoying his attention. Just then, a shrill scream pierced the air, followed by gleeful shrieks and laughter. The kids had spotted the ice cream truck! "They're off sugar-hunting!" Bill rubbed his hands together gleefully. "It's now or never, baby." Molly checked her watch and grinned fiercely. "The presents won't know what hit 'em. Let's do this!" They vaulted the fence and crept toward the gift table, giggling impishly. The stage was set for a perfect Christmas caper, and the unlikely duo were determined to play the parts of the naughty elves to the hilt. Merry Christmas, indeed! <|end_header_id|>