Molly and Bill huddled in the shadows, their eyes scanning the brightly lit house where the children's party was in full swing. The sounds of laughter and music spilled out into the night, providing the perfect cover for their daring plan. "Are you sure this is going to work?" Molly whispered, her brow furrowed with uncertainty. "Of course it will," Bill replied with a confident grin. "The parents are all too busy fawning over their little brats to notice a thing." They crept towards the back door, Molly's nimble fingers making quick work of the lock. Silently, they slipped inside, their footsteps muffled by the soft carpeting. The air was thick with the scent of birthday cake and the pungent aroma of sweaty children. "Alright, let's do this," Molly murmured, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "You take the living room, I'll hit the bedrooms. Meet back here in ten minutes, and we'll be rolling in dough." Bill nodded, his gaze locked on the mountain of presents that loomed before them. "Time to make some kids cry," he chuckled, already imagining the look on their faces when they realized their precious gifts had vanished.