Molly leaned against the doorframe of the old, abandoned warehouse, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she watched Bill nervously adjust his gloves. "You sure about this, Bill?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper. "It's not like we're breaking into a bank vault here, but a children's party?" Bill's fingers fidgeted with the fabric of his cap, his eyes scanning the darkness beyond the dim glow of their makeshift light. "I've done worse, Molly. This is just a walk in the park." "Oh, really?" Molly chuckled, her breath fogging in the cool night air. "Because walking in the park usually involves picnics and maybe a game of frisbee." Bill rolled his eyes. "You're making it sound like we're going to a low-key picnic instead of a high-stakes heist." Molly smirked, her eyes gleaming. "Well, it is a high-stakes heist. If we're caught, we'll be serving time in juvie, not a fancy prison with nice meals and hot showers." Bill shuddered dramatically. "You're scaring me now, Molly. Do we really need to do this?" Molly's smile widened. "The job pays well, Bill. And think about it - we get to steal presents from kids. What's not to love?" Bill sighed, straightening his shoulders. "Fine. Let's do this. But if they catch us, you're paying for the lawyer." Molly laughed, pulling out a pair of thin gloves from her pocket. "Deal. Now, let's get this show on the road." Bill looked at her, his eyes filled with concern. "You know, for all your talk, you're not even wearing any gloves." Molly held up her hands, her fingers stained dark from the latest job she'd done. "Oh, Bill, you're right. You're right. I forgot." She quickly pulled out a pair of latex gloves from her pocket, slipping them on. "There. Now I'm all set." Bill grinned, his confidence returning. "Good. Now let's go get us some presents." As they stepped into the darkness, the warehouse door creaking shut behind them, the air filled with the faint sound of a distant laughter and the clinking of glasses. Molly and Bill exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming with a dangerous glee. The night was theirs, and the presents were waiting.