The rain soddened the streets further as Molly and Bill ensconced themselves in their temporary hideout. After years as partners-in-crime, the dynamic duo had learned to talk their way through any hurdle that came their way. With the blur of follow-the-leader in their past pursuits, the duo had perfected their thievery skills. It was an elaborate job, but they've planned for it like a well-oiled machine. It might have been foolhardy or even downright suicidal in the hands of a less well-versed pair, but Molly and Bill knew their mission would be a success. The day was all set - a unique combination of rain, sleet, and social gathering that screamed 'get-rid-of-valuables-in-a-hurry'. As they surveyed the crowd file in through the entrance to the unfolding party, Molly said, "Bill, we need to think outside the box, as silly as it might sound. This raging storm gives us an advantage, makes the objective plausible in the circumstances." "We are to the point of no return," said Bill, his fiery eyes gleaming in cunning determination, "The storm would heighten intrigues, while making it difficult for people to be outside for long without an umbrella." Despite the rain, he opted to keep his camouflage hoodie and tactical pants donned, though both breathed a silent sigh of relief as they realized the hood would keep their identities anonymous, or at least for their tenure at the event. "We've monitored everyone who attended, from the parents to the little kids. We would keep an eye out for the right moments when those kids get distracted, lose interest or suddenly feel sleepy," Molly partially smirked. As cloud formations conspired further outside, she chose to continue with her proposal, highlighting the opportunity that seemed tailored for them. "The perfect moment would be those hand-on-mouth yawns simulating sleepiness. That's when we'll strike. The most goods we pick in one swoop is the key tipping point to our success." "Now, not everyone can perform the great escape like us with such preparedness. It takes amazing skills to steal without being noticed." On cue, the first smattering of guests began to file in, their faces cold, cheese sandwiches in their hands, dampened their spirits. However, draped from their hands, there shone an array of brilliant-wrapped presents that seemed like priceless treasures waiting to be taken. Molly's eyes gleamed with excitement and anticipation for the task at hand. "In two, one," they prepared. "Go." They caught their cue, silently removing the presents one by one from their respective owners, swapping the mighty Godzilla's that were strategically placed directly at the corner of their view. No one noticed as they examined the spread of joy underneath each child's glistening eyes. The pearl of theft had been perfected as they silently slipped out, tiptoeing amidst the noise of raindrops and laughter. As they exited the venue, a glimpse of lightening through a momentary perforation in the clouds gave Molly a moment of satisfaction. Bill held each of the camouflage jackets closed, preserving the stolen treasures, snug and safe against the rain. For a day, they felt like any ordinary caretakers of superheros.