Molly and Bill huddled in the dimly lit alleyway, their eyes fixed on the brightly decorated house across the street. The sound of children's laughter and music drifted through the air, a stark contrast to the duo's nefarious intentions. "You sure about this, Molly?" Bill whispered, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Molly rolled her eyes, exasperated. "Of course I'm sure. It's foolproof." They watched as another group of kids arrived, presents in hand. Bill shifted uncomfortably, his conscience gnawing at him. "But they're just kids," he protested weakly. "Kids with rich parents," Molly retorted, her eyes gleaming with greed. They observed the party for a few more minutes, noting the comings and goings of guests and the location of the gift table. Molly's mind raced with possibilities, formulating their plan of attack. "Alright, here's what we'll do," she began, her voice low and determined. Bill listened intently, his reservations slowly giving way to excitement as Molly outlined their scheme. As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the street, the two thieves prepared to make their move. "Ready?" Molly asked, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Bill nodded, "Let's do this."