Molly, perched on the fence, binoculars pressed against her eyes, surveyed the chaotic scene. "Alright, Bill, we've got our target. The party's in full swing." Bill, crouched below, adjusted his bow tie. "You sure about this, Mol? Stealing from kids?" Molly smirked. "They'll never miss them. Besides, it's not like we're taking their candy." Bill chuckled. "True. Just their presents." Molly dropped down, landing softly beside him. "Exactly. Now, let's get in there. I'll create a distraction, you grab the gifts." Bill nodded, pulling on his latex gloves. "On your mark." Molly grinned, pulling out a whoopee cushion. "Mark." As she dashed towards the party, Bill shook his head, laughing. "Only you, Mol. Only you."