In the dimly lit alley behind the bustling toy store, Molly and Bill stood, their faces painted with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow on the chocolate box-shaped building that housed the children's party Molly had overheard about earlier that day. "Alright, Bill," Molly said, her eyes scanning the windows that glinted with the reflection of the moon. "Let's hope this little ones' party is less security-conscious than last week's art exhibition." "Trust me, Molly," Bill replied, his voice a low whisper as he adjusted his gloves. "I've got this. I just need a moment to 'borrow' the security guard's walkie-talkie." Molly rolled her eyes. "And how exactly do you plan on doing that, Bill? By stealing it while he's watching TV?" "Well, not quite," Bill said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'll just... move it." "Move what?" Molly asked, raising an eyebrow. Bill just smirked and lifted his coat to reveal a makeshift remote control hidden in his sleeve. "Alright, let's get this show on the road," Molly said, cracking her knuckles. "Remember, no more jokes about the 'snowflakes' in the presents. We're here to play Santa Claus." Bill chuckled. "You're right, Molly. No jokes. Just presents." As they approached the back door of the party, Bill held up his hand, signaling for Molly to wait. He quickly scanned the security camera, his eyes widening as he saw the guard walking towards it. "Bill, what are you doing?" Molly hissed, her voice barely audible. "Just giving him a little present," he said, pulling out a small device from his pocket. He pressed a button, and the security camera flickered, then went dark. "Bill, what did you do?" Molly whispered, her eyes wide with surprise. "Just a little... interruption," Bill said, grinning. "Now come on, the presents are waiting." As they slipped inside the party, Molly couldn't help but laugh. "You know, Bill, I should have known better than to trust you with a walkie-talkie." Bill just shrugged, his eyes gleaming with pride. "And I should have known better than to trust you with the presents, Molly." And so, with a final glance at the camera, Molly and Bill set to work, piling presents into their makeshift bags, their laughter echoing through the party as the night wore on.