In the dimly lit alley behind the bustling suburban neighborhood, Molly and Bill huddled in the shadow of a dripping rain gutter. The air was thick with the scent of hot dogs and rain-soaked pavement, a stark contrast to the sweet aroma of candy and balloons wafting from the open windows of the nearby houses. "Bill, are you sure about this?" Molly asked, her voice a low murmur as she adjusted her burgundy beret. She was dressed in a black catsuit, her dark hair pulled back into a tight bun, and her eyes were concealed by a pair of mirrored sunglasses. Bill, in a similar attire, but with a bright blue catsuit, nodded. "Positive, Molly. We've been planning this heist for months. Kids these days are always getting the best toys. It's only fair we snatch some for ourselves." Molly rolled her eyes. "You're such a child, Bill. This isn't some video game or reality TV show. We're stealing from kids. It's not charming or funny. It's wrong." Bill chuckled, "Charm is overrated, Molly. Besides, we're not just stealing presents. We're liberating them. We're saving them from the clutches of the bourgeoisie and redistributing the wealth." Molly sighed, "You always had a flair for the dramatic, Bill. But fine, let's get this over with. We'll go in, grab the presents, and leave as quickly as possible." Bill grinned, "That's the spirit! Remember, Molly, we're not after the ugly stuffed animals or the board games. We'll leave those behind. Only the best toys get taken." As they moved closer to the house, Molly paused, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the front door. "Wait, Bill. That's not the way we planned it. We were going to come in through the back, where the parents are busy preparing food." Bill waved a dismissive hand. "Relax, Molly. I've got this covered. The front door is always the weakest link. Plus, the kids will be distracted by the presents. They won't even notice us." Molly frowned, but before she could protest further, Bill dashed towards the front door, his blue suit blending into the darkness. Molly hesitated for a moment, then followed, her heart pounding in her chest. As they approached the house, Molly couldn't shake the feeling that they were about to do something wrong, something they might regret. But it was too late to back out now. The heist was on.