"Bill, you think this is a walk in the park? Stealing presents from a kid's party?" Molly asked, eyes scanning the large, open room. "Well, it's not exactly the Ritz-Carlton, but we've done worse," Bill replied, adjusting his cap. "Remember the high school's prom?" "Yeah, yeah, I remember. We had to hot-wire a limo," Molly muttered, "Now we're stealing from some little brats." "Little brats with piles of presents," Bill corrected, "And who knows, maybe we'll find some forgotten Christmas stocking stuffers." Molly rolled her eyes. "And maybe we'll get caught and spend the rest of our lives in juvie. You're sure about this, Bill?" Bill grinned. "As sure as I am that I'm not wearing any green today." Molly sighed, "Let's do this then. Remember, no touching the presents. Just grab and run." Bill nodded. "Got it. And if anyone asks, we're just the gift delivery service." Molly laughed. "Yeah, because that's gonna fly."