Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses as she crouched behind the bushes. “Alright, Bill, this is it. The Big Heist. Are you ready to make some magic happen?” Bill shifted his baseball cap, looking slightly nervous. “Yeah, yeah. Just… do we really need to steal all the presents? I mean, they're for kids, Molly. That feels kinda… wrong.” Molly gave him a pointed look. “Wrong? No. Brilliant? Absolutely. Think about it. All those toys—just sitting there, waiting to be picked. We could scoop ‘em up before anyone notices.” Bill groaned. “But what about the parents? Won't they get suspicious when all the presents go missing? And what if the kids cry?” “Bill,” Molly said patiently, “think about the look on the kids’ faces when they wake up tomorrow and their new bikes and dolls are just—gone. They won’t even know what hit ‘em. Plus, how often do we get a chance like this?” “Yeah, but… I dunno. It just feels kinda evil, Molly.” She rolled her eyes. “Evil is for supervillains. We’re just... resourceful. Anyway, I’ve scoped the joint—there's a side door unlocked. The security is practically nonexistent. It’s like they WANT us to come in.” Bill looked skeptical. “Have you done this before?” “Once or twice,” Molly admitted with a grin. “Mostly just in my dreams. But I’ve studied the layout. We slip in, grab the loot, slip out. Easy peasy.” He looked around nervously. “What if someone catches us? Like, starts shouting or calls the cops?” “Then we have a plan,” Molly said smoothly. “We only need about three minutes tops. I brought the cover—costumes. You, if I remember right, are going as... Captain Cuddles. And I’ll be… the Toy Taker.” Bill chuckled. “Nice. Very intimidating. Do I get a cape?” “Absolutely. Now, listen. I’ll distract the adults with my brilliant fake ‘lost puppy’ routine. You slip in through the side door, grab the presents, meet me back here in five minutes. Deal?” Bill hesitated. “Five minutes seems tight. What if we get caught?” “Then we get caught. But I’ve checked, and security is lighter than a feather pillow. Trust me. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? We get caught, get banned from every toy store in town?” He nodded slowly. “Yeah, okay. I’m in. But what if the kids wake up early and find the presents missing?” Molly grinned. “That’s why we’re professional, Bill. We leave no clues, no fingerprints. Sleigh and away before anyone even notices.” He looked at her with mock admiration. “Wow. You’ve thought of everything. Still, feels kinda crazy, Molly.” “Crazy’s what makes it fun,” she said with a wink. “Now, you ready to make history?” Bill took a deep breath. “Yeah. Let’s do this before I change my mind.” “Good. Remember—you’re Captain Cuddles. I’ll handle the puppy act. We’re like a kid’s cartoon duo—except pirate-y.” He chuckled. “Alright, Captain Cuddles. Lead the way.” Molly crept toward the side door, glancing back. “Stay sharp, Bill. No pausing if the coast’s clear. We’re legends in the making.” He nodded. “Got it. And, uh, when we’re rich, yer buying pizza, right?” Molly grinned mischievously. “You bet, Bill. Extra cheesy. Now, let’s teleport into that party and make our mark.”