In the dimly lit alley, Molly adjusted her mask, the silk whispering against her skin. "Are you sure we're doing this, Bill?" she asked, her eyes scanning the dark street. "The kids are so cute. I don't wanna hurt 'em." Bill, with his gloves already in place, chuckled. "Molly, love, we're not hurting anybody. We're just taking their presents. It's not like we're prancing around in the snow with a bag full of stolen snow globes." Molly sighed, "Well, when you put it that way..." Bill grinned, "Besides, it's not like they're gonna notice. We're quick, remember?" Molly nodded, "Right. Because we're not the type to linger." Bill nodded, "Exactly. Now, let's get this show on the road. The party's only going to last a couple of hours." He pulled out a small device, "And I have the perfect distraction." Molly raised an eyebrow, "A what?" "The party's gonna think it's a fireworks display," Bill explained, grinning. "We'll slip in, snag the presents, and slip out before they even know we were there." Molly laughed, "You sure know how to put on a show, Bill." Bill chuckled, "That's what I'm here for."