Molly and Bill huddled behind a dumpster, their eyes fixed on the brightly decorated house across the street. Children's laughter and music drifted through the air. "You sure about this, Molly? Stealing from kids seems low, even for us," Bill whispered. Molly rolled her eyes. "Grow a spine, Bill. Those brats have too much stuff anyway. We're doing them a favor." "If you say so," Bill mumbled, fidgeting with his ski mask. "Alright, here's the plan. I'll distract the parents while you sneak in through the back door." "And then what?" "Then you grab as many presents as you can carry and meet me at the getaway car." Bill nodded nervously. "What if I get caught?" "Don't get caught," Molly hissed. "Just act natural. Pretend you're somebody's uncle or something." "Whose uncle? I don't even know these kids!" "Figure it out, Bill! This isn't rocket science." Bill took a deep breath. "Okay, okay. I'm ready." "Good. Now let's go ruin some children's birthday party." With a mischievous grin, Molly stood up and sauntered towards the house, leaving Bill to mutter a quiet prayer before following her lead.