Molly and Bill stood in the shadows of an old oak tree, a small, innocent-looking house visible in their line of sight. The party was in full swing inside, laughter and music echoing from the open windows. Molly adjusted her stealthy gear, a pair of goggles and a black hoodie that blended with the night. Bill, her partner in crime (and a bit of chaos), leaned against the tree, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You sure about this, Molly? It's not just a bunch of kids' stuff, you know." Molly's eyes narrowed, her gloves glinting in the moonlight. "It's not the presents themselves, Bill. It's the reaction we'll get. The kids will think it's Santa." Bill chuckled, running a hand through his unruly hair. "Yeah, but what about the parents? They're going to be mad." Molly shrugged, "They'll think it was a prank, a bit of fun. We'll make it look like they're playing a game." Bill raised an eyebrow, "And what about the police? They'll think it's a real heist." Molly smirked, "We'll make sure the trail goes cold. No one will ever associate this with us." Bill sighed, "You always have a plan, don't you?" Molly grinned, her teeth gleaming. "That I do, Bill. That I do."