In the dimly lit den of their run-down apartment, Molly and Bill huddled over a crumpled map of the exclusive neighborhood. The party was in full swing at the grand mansion, the laughter and clinking of glasses seeping through the closed window. Bill traced the outline of the house with a stubby finger, his eyes scanning the layout. "The place is a fortress," he grunted, "But we can't let a little security stop us from our Christmas bonanza." Molly rolled her eyes, snatching the map. "We'll need to time our entry with the piñata," she said, "That's when the kids and parents are distracted." Bill nodded, adjusting his monocle. "And I'll have the fireworks ready, just in case." Molly smirked, "You mean, to create a proper diversion or to set the place alight?" Bill chuckled, "Both."