Molly and Bill crouched low, their shadows flickering over the snow-covered lawn. The party lights danced in her eyes, casting them in a warm glow. The house, a grand Victorian, loomed above, its windows like hungry eyes. Bill, his breath misting in the cold air, leaned in. "You sure about this, Molly? Stealing presents from kids?" Molly grinned, her teeth gleaming. "Bill, it's not about the presents. It's about the thrill, the chaos. Remember how we used to do this in high school? This is our comeback." Bill chuckled, "You know it's not about us, right? It's about getting rich quick." Molly's eyes twinkled. "That's the plan, Bill. That's the plan." They slipped through the alley, moving silently. The back door stood ajar, inviting. Molly reached out, her gloved fingers brushing against the doorframe. "Ready, Bill?" Bill nodded, "Let's do this." Molly pushed open the door, and they slipped inside, the sound of giggling children echoing around them. The presents lay under the tree, gleaming under the bright lights. Molly's eyes widened. "Wow, they didn't miss anything, did they?" Bill grinned, "Nope. Time to make some magic happen." Molly and Bill looked at each other, their faces a mix of mischief and determination. The stage was set, the game afoot. The night was theirs to dance with.