Molly, perched on the windowsill, surveyed the brightly lit room. "Alright, Bill, we've got a party of about twenty kids, three adults, and a clown. Easy peasy." Bill, crouched behind her, squinted through the binoculars. "You sure about this, Mol? Stealing from kids?" Molly rolled her eyes. "They'll get more next year. Besides, it's not like we're taking their souls. Just their presents." Bill sighed, adjusting his fedora. "Fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Molly grinned. "Deal. Now, the presents are under that table. We'll wait for the music to start, then make our move." Bill nodded, pulling out a small device. "I'll jam their security cameras. You handle the lock." Molly took out a set of lock picks, wiggling them in the window lock. "Piece of cake." Bill looked at her, concerned. "You sure you're not getting too attached to this 'cake' metaphor?" Molly laughed. "Shut up, Bill. Almost got it." The lock clicked open. Molly pushed the window up, slipping inside. Bill followed, scanning the room. "Coast is clear." Molly nodded, pulling out a bag. "Let's get this done before the piñata breaks." Bill chuckled, following her. "You know, Mol, sometimes I wonder if we're not just a couple of grinches." Molly grinned, stuffing presents into the bag. "Well, Bill, at least we're honest about it."