"Oi, what's this then?" Bill peered at the flyer, squinting suspiciously. "'Sally's 8th Birthday Bash' - that sounds like a right juicy target if I ever saw one. Kids that age get some proper loot from their mates." Molly smirked. "Aye, you're not wrong there, guv. Them little blighters will have some right quality booty piled high under the tree. We'd be mad not to give it a go." "So we're agreed then - Operation Christmas Heist is a go?" Bill rubbed his hands gleefully. "I'm thinking we sneak in as Santa and one of them elf helpers, help ourselves to the stash while the tykes are opening the rest of the presents..." "And leg it out the back with a sack full of swag before anyone's the wiser!" Molly grinned impishly. "'Course, we'll have to nick some of the fancy dress outfits first like, so we look the part." "Leave that to me, luv. I've got a contact what can get us a Santa suit and a sexy Mrs Claus frock on the QT. This is going to be a right proper Christmas cracker of a caper!" "Ooh, you're on!" Molly winked saucily. "Let's rob these kiddies blind!" <|end_header_id|>