Molly and Bill sat in the dimly lit room, huddled over a meticulously crafted map of the venue. The children's party they were about to crash promised to be filled with lavish gifts, ripe for the taking. "Alright, Molly, we've got two hours till the party starts. Let's go over the plan one more time," Bill said, tracing their escape route with his finger. Molly, always the more cautious of the two, responded, "We'll enter through the back door, make our way to the gift table, and grab as much as we can. Then we'll slip out the front door and disappear into the crowd." Bill grinned mischievously. "And what about the piñata? We can't leave without taking a swing at that." Rolling her eyes, Molly sighed, "Fine, but only one swing each. We don't want to draw any unnecessary attention." As they approached the venue, Molly and Bill blended into the crowd of excited parents and children. They exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the absurdity of their mission. Once inside, they quickly made their way to the gift table, where they began stuffing colorful packages into their oversized bags. Bill couldn't resist whispering, "We're like reverse Santa Clauses. We're stealing gifts instead of giving them." Molly, always the more focused of the two, shushed him and reminded him to keep an eye out for the piñata. Spotting it hanging in the corner, they made their way over and took their turns swinging at it, laughing uncontrollably as candy rained down around them. With their bags filled to the brim, they made their way to the front door, slipping out unnoticed as the children's shrieks of joy filled the air. "Another successful heist, Bill. We did it again," Molly said, playfully elbowing her partner in crime. Bill chuckled, "Yeah, but we really need to find a new hobby. Stealing presents from children's parties is starting to feel a bit Grinch-like." Molly couldn't help but smile as they disappeared into the night, their bags overflowing with the fruits of their misguided labor.