Molly tiptoed behind the bush, peeking at the brightly decorated backyard. "Bill, are you seeing this? It’s a kid’s paradise. No way they’ll notice a few missing gifts." Bill grinned, adjusting his mask. "Oh, they’ll notice. But I guarantee they won’t catch us. Think of the loot—so many shiny toys, plush animals. It’s like Christmas came early." Molly nodded excitedly. "We just need a plan. How do we get past Mr. Bigmouth at the gate?" Bill grinned mischievously. "Easy. I’ve got a fake invite—hand-painted, very convincing. Blend right in." She raised an eyebrow. "And then what? Just walk in and grab everything? Sounds simple enough." "Not exactly." Bill pulled out a tiny remote. "I’ve rigged the presents to open automatically when we press this button. No fuss, no mess." Molly chuckled. "And if someone catches us?" Bill winked. "Then I pretend I’m just here for the face painting. Works every time." She giggled. "All right, Robin Hood, let’s do this. But if Santa finds out, I’m blaming you." Bill grinned wider. "Deal. Let’s grab those gifts and slip away before anyone notices."