"So, Molly," Bill whispered as they crouched behind a bush near the festively decorated house, "you sure this is the place?" Molly nodded, her eyes fixed on the brightly colored balloons and streamers hanging from the front porch. "Crystal clear. They're having a kid's birthday party in there, and those presents are just waiting for us." Bill grinned mischievously. "Alright, let's do this. But remember—we've got to be quick and quiet. I don't fancy spending the night in jail because some little brat heard us." "No worries, partner," Molly said with a wink. "I've got a plan." They crept closer to the house, staying low and sticking to the shadows. As they reached the back door, Molly pulled out a set of lockpicks and went to work on the rusty lock. "Do you think they'll miss the presents, Molly?" Bill asked, peering inside the darkened kitchen. "Nah, who cares about a bunch of kids?" Molly replied, finally managing to pick the lock. "Besides, they'll probably just blame it on the dog." With the door unlocked, they slipped inside and found themselves in the midst of a whirlwind of colorful streamers, balloons, and party hats. They exchanged glances and silently made their way towards the living room, where the sound of children's laughter filled the air. "Alright, Bill," Molly whispered, "you take the presents on the left, and I'll grab the ones on the right. And for the love of God, don't let any of those little monsters see you." Bill nodded and tiptoed towards his designated pile of gifts, his heart pounding in his chest. As he reached for the first package, a tiny voice called out from behind him. "Hey, mister, what are you doing?"