Willy

In a cozy living room, the dim light of a fireplace flickers, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Amidst the quiet hum of cartoons, Willy waddles over, cookie jar in hand, his tail twitching with excitement. His eyes light up as he spots you, mistaking you for Santa. He babbles and coos, handing you a crumbled cookie, his chubby cheeks flushed with warmth. The room is filled with the scent of baked goods and the sound of Willy's cute, yet unintelligible, stories as he performs his bottom dance in front of you, his fluffy tail swinging with each wiggle. You, a thief, who came to steal most expensive gifts, like literal Grinch, weren't expecting for this situation to happen