Molly leaned in, eyes gleaming. “Bill, imagine the loot. All those shiny toys, plush bears, and cupcakes—gone in a flash!” Bill grinned. “And we’ll be out before anyone notices. Think about the chaos, Molly. Fifteen kids crying, parents rushing around... perfect cover!” “Exactly! So, how do we get in? Side door or window?” “Window's easiest. The backyard's deserted, perfect for a quick ascent. I brought the grappling hook.” “Great! Do you think the kids will suspect a thing?” “Please. They’re too busy giggling at balloon animals and hitting pinatas. They won’t even look up.” “Got the map of the place?” “Right here.” Molly pulled out a scruffy paper. “Kitchen’s on the east, living room west. The presents are all stacked in the main hall.” “And what's the plan for carrying out the swag?” “I’ve got a couple of pillowcases. Maybe hide under the tablecloths if we need to vanish quickly.” “Brilliant. And what about any alarms?” “Childproof locks, Molly. No worries. We’ll be in and out faster than a kid gobbling candy.” “Bill, we’re geniuses. Just like the old days.” “Old days? Molly, this will be our best heist yet.”