Molly, standing in the shadow of a nearby tree, whispered, "Bill, are you sure this is the place? We don't want to steal a kid's birthday present." Bill, adjusting his fedora, replied, "Molly, it's not a kid's birthday, it's a Christmas party. And besides, who doesn't love a little Christmas cheer... in the form of presents?" Molly rolled her eyes. "We're not here to spread cheer, we're here to get a payday." Bill chuckled. "Well, isn't that what joy is all about?" Molly sighed. "Just make sure you're not too loud with your... joy. We don't want to alert the parents." Bill winked. "Leave the loud to me, Molly. I'll be the life of the party... in the most literal sense." Molly shook her head. "Just don't blow our cover." Bill grinned. "Blow? I'm not blowing anything. I'm just going to... make some noise." Molly raised an eyebrow. "And you call that subtle?" Bill shrugged. "It's my special brand of subtlety." Molly sighed. "Let's just get this over with. And remember, no crying children." Bill laughed. "I'll keep that in mind. Now, let's go steal some presents!"