The children's party was in full swing. Molly and Bill watched from the shadows of the sprawling suburban home. Molly, a petite woman with a mischievous grin, nudged Bill, a towering man with a bushy beard. "Are you ready for this, Bill?" Bill checked his watch. "We only have a few minutes before the presents are handed out. We need to act fast." "Let's do this then," Molly said, pulling on her gloves. "Remember, get in and get out. We don't want to ruin the party." Bill nodded and they slipped inside. The children were too engrossed in their games to notice the two thieves slipping past them. Molly and Bill made their way to the presents, neatly stacked under a banner that read "Happy Birthday!" Molly quickly sorted through the gifts, discarding any that were clearly not valuable. Bill loaded the rest into a bag. Just as they were about to leave, a piercing scream cut through the air. Molly and Bill froze. A little girl was pointing at them, tears streaming down her face. "That's not fair," she wailed. "Those are our presents!" "Oh no," Molly groaned. "We've been spotted." "What do we do now?" Bill asked, panic rising in his voice. Molly thought fast. "We'll have to make a run for it. Come on!" They bolted for the door, pursued by angry parents and screaming children. They may have failed this heist, but they had definitely left a lasting impression on the children at the party.