Molly and Bill stood at the edge of the vast, decorated park, the sound of children's laughter echoing through the trees. The sun dipped low, casting a warm glow over the colorful balloons and streamers that adorned the sprawling tent. Molly, her eyes sparkling with mischief, turned to Bill, her accomplice of many a caper. "Ready to make this the best Christmas Eve ever?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Bill, his hands tucked into his coat pockets, nodded. "Just don't let the little ones get too rowdy," he cautioned, his eyes scanning the well-lit party setup. "We want to keep it simple, no one gets hurt, and we're in and out before Santa can blink." Molly grinned, her fingers reaching for the small lock-picking set tucked into her coat. "Deal. Let's make sure they all get presents, just not from us." As they moved, Molly whispered, "Remember, no one touches the candy corn." Bill chuckled, "I thought you were the candy corn expert?" he joked, as they slipped into the tent, the smell of sweet treats filling the air. The room was filled with laughing children, their eyes wide with excitement. Molly and Bill exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. They were in, and the heist was about to begin.