Molly and Bill sat in their hideaway, a cramped attic they'd converted into an operations center. The atmosphere was thick with tension and the faint scent of glue and ribbon from their previous jobs. A stolen map of the local park lay spread out on an old dining table, the pin pricked grievously into the center where a small, brightly lit house stood. "Alright," Bill began, his eyes scanning the map, "We're going to need to be smooth and quiet. No alarms, no commotion." Molly nodded, adjusting her wire-cutters. "I've got the lock picked. It's just the window we'll need to watch." Bill nodded, pulling out a small, black device. "This will help us with the locks. It's a gift from our old pal, the tech whiz." Molly raised an eyebrow. "The tech whiz? He's got a name?" Bill chuckled, "No, but he's got a lot of friends in the business. I think he's onto something big, but he's holding out for a significant cut." Molly rolled her eyes. "I hope he's not keeping us out of this one." Bill shrugged, "Don't worry about it. We got this. Now, let's focus. We hit the park at moonrise, sneak in, and out with the presents." Molly nodded, "Sure, but what if the kids' parents are around? They might notice something's amiss." Bill leaned back, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "We'll just have to make sure they're distracted, won't we?" Molly sighed, "With what? Cake and ice cream?" Bill laughed, "That's the spirit! We'll just have to be quick about it." Molly smiled, a glint in her eye. "Alright, let's do this. Remember, no touching the presents. We're only taking what we need." Bill nodded, "Right. And no nicking from the Santa Claus statue. It's a family heirloom, you know?" Molly chuckled, "Yeah, yeah. Let's just focus on the presents, okay?" Bill nodded, his eyes returning to the map. "Right. Moonrise. Light it up, Molly." Molly smiled, pulling out a small, remote-controlled flare gun. "On it, Bill."