Molly, her eyes gleaming with mischief, looked at Bill. "Alright, genius, we've got the time, the place, and the disguises. What's stopping us?" Bill smirked, adjusting his glasses. "Just the fact that we're about to pull off a heist in broad daylight at a kid's party." Molly rolled her eyes. "Sure, and why not? It's not like they're going to notice a pair of mismatched socks on a kid's tree." Bill chuckled. "You're right. We'll just need to time it perfectly. Get in, grab the presents, and out. No one's going to think twice about a quick ' Santa' visit." Molly nodded, checking her watch. "Living room, it is. Ten minutes before that kid starts blowing out the candles." Bill grinned. "You know, I've always wanted to be a real-life Santa." Molly laughed. "And I've always wanted to be a real-life naughty elf. Let's get to work."