In the dimly lit back alley, Molly and Bill huddled, their breath misting in the cool night air. Molly, her eyes gleaming under the streetlight, checked her knock-off Rolex. "Alright, Bill, we've got twenty minutes before the little ones start opening presents." Bill, tugging at his too-tight sweater, nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't tell me to 'go large' again. Last time I did that, I ended up in the hospital with a face full of confetti." Molly smirked, "Well, it's not like they knew it was you. Now, we stick to the plan. I'll distract the parents with a 'surprise' dance routine, and you slip in, grab the presents, and get out." Bill groaned, "And how do you propose I do that without anyone noticing? I'm the size of a small elephant in a tutu!" Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Relax, Bill. Just blend in. Most of these parents are too busy drinking eggnog to notice a thing." Bill sighed, squinting at the party. "And what if they have a security system?" Molly patted him on the back. "Then we'll have to improvise. Now, let's move. The presents won't steal themselves."