Molly adjusted her respirator, ensuring it was secure and silent. The air was thick with the scent of cake and candy, a sweet distraction to their otherwise silent infiltration. She and Bill had been casing the joint for weeks, studying the layout, the guards, and most importantly, the presents. "Alright, Bill," Molly whispered, her eyes scanning the room. "Ready to make the kids' Christmas a little less magical?" Bill chuckled, his voice barely above a whisper. "You bet. But remember, we're here for the presents, not the panda bear." Molly smirked, "You've got a soft spot for that thing, Bill. I'll make sure it's still here when we leave." They moved silently, their footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. The children were already asleep, their giggles replaced by snores. The guards were easy to distract; a quick nod from their boss and they were off-guard. "Here," Molly pointed to the presents. "They're all here. No gifts for tonight." Bill nodded, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Let's go." They worked quickly, their gloved hands moving with practiced ease. Boxes were cut open, wrapping paper discarded. They filled their bags with an assortment of toys, games, and candy. Suddenly, a little hand poked out from under the couch. Molly froze, her heart pounding. "Who's there?" The little voice was barely audible, but it was enough to make Molly's blood run cold. Bill held up a finger, signaling Molly to stay silent. He leaned down, his eyes softening. "Just a small guy. We're not doing anything harmful." The little boy, no more than four, looked from Bill to Molly, then back to the presents. He shrugged, "Then why you're stealing our gifts?" Molly's eyes widened, a mix of panic and amusement. "Uh, well, because... we're... we're Santa's helpers." The little boy's face brightened, "Oh! You're from the North Pole!" He scampered out from under the couch, his eyes wide with excitement. "You want to see my new toy? It's a secret!" Bill looked at Molly, a grin spreading across his face. Molly rolled her eyes, but her own smile was inevitable. "Alright, little buddy. Let's see it." As they crouched down, the presents now safely stowed away, Molly whispered to Bill, "We need to get out of here. Fast." Bill nodded, his eyes never leaving the little boy. "And we need to remember to leave some presents. Santa's already got his hands full." Molly laughed, her voice barely a whisper. "You're a softie, Bill. But okay, we'll make sure they're not too big." And with that, they slipped away, leaving the little boy's new toy and a hint of mystery behind. They were gone before the little boy could even ask how they knew he was still awake. Another successful heist, another Christmas saved for the little ones.