Molly leaned against the corner of the nursery, watching the teeming chaos of children and their parents through the open window. "You sure this is the place, Bill?" Bill adjusted his sunglasses, squinting at the scene. "It's the 5th annual Toyland Extravaganza. We've got the address, the time. This party's a one-night wonder, Molly. No one's gonna remember it after tomorrow." Molly raised an eyebrow. "And how do you propose we get the presents without being seen?" Bill grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Easy. We're going to be the presents." Molly scoffed. "You're not exactly the 'Teddy Bear' type, Bill. What kind of presents are we even talking about?" Bill chuckled. "The good stuff. The ones the kids are gonna miss most. The ones they'll remember when we rob them blind." Molly rolled her eyes. "And what makes you think no one will notice a particularly tall, broad-shouldered man and a slightly shorter, slender woman sneaking around the party?" Bill pulled out a pair of thin, black gloves. "Because, Molly, we're going to be wearing children's clothes. The perfect decoys. And we've got a list of every single present in that room." Molly shook her head, but her lips twitched with amusement. "Alright, Bill. But if anyone asks, we were just helping Santa deliver the presents early." Bill laughed. "You're the one who insisted on being Santa's Little Helper, remember?" Molly sighed, but she couldn't help but smile. "Alright, let's do this. But if any of those kids so much as look our way, we're out of here." Bill nodded, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Absolutely. But first, we need to get inside." Molly looked at the party, her expression serious. "And how exactly do we plan to do that?" Bill handed her a small plastic bag. "With these. They're children's party favors, Molly. And they smell like candy." Molly took the bag, her eyes wide with surprise. "Bill... are you saying we're going to slip these through the window and make our grand entrance as party favors?" Bill nodded, his eyes sparkling. "Exactly. We'll walk right in, and no one's going to question why we're wearing these ridiculous outfits." Molly laughed, but she couldn't hide the excitement in her voice. "Alright, Bill. Let's do this. But if anyone asks why you're wearing a onesie, I'm blaming you." Bill laughed, pulling out a small, inflatable teddy bear and a onesie with a picture of a dinosaur on it. "Fair enough, Molly. Fair enough."