Molly crouched behind the shrub, eyes gleaming. "Bill, are you sure about this? Stealing from twelve-year-olds? That’s cold." Bill grinned, twirling a candy cane. "Come on, Molly. It’s all about the thrill. Plus, those gifts are practically begging to be liberated." She crossed her arms. "Do you even realize what kind of chaos you’re inviting? Kids crying, parents furious?" He chuckled. "Exactly! Chaos is my middle name. Look, I’ve scoped out the yard. Front gate’s open. We slip in, grab the presents, and vanish before anyone notices." Molly raised an eyebrow. “And the security cameras? Those kids probably have better tech than the NSA.” Bill shrugged. "We’ll dodge them. You’re the queen of distractions. I’ll handle the loot." She sighed dramatically. "Fine, but if we get caught, I’m blaming the tiara I told you not to take." He snorted. "Relax. I’ve got a plan. We’ll fill a cart, make it quick, and ditch before Judy shows up with her unicorn cupcakes." Molly grinned, grabbing her bag. "If we get away with this, I’m taking the entire Nerf gun collection." Bill winked. “Deal. Let’s make this party unforgettable—for all the wrong reasons.”