Molly and Bill huddled behind a dumpster, eyeing the colorful balloons tied to the mailbox across the street. The sound of children's laughter drifted through the air. "You sure about this, Molly?" Bill whispered, fidgeting with his ski mask. "Of course I'm sure. It's foolproof," Molly replied, adjusting her own mask. "Kids are distracted, parents are drunk on punch. Easy pickings." Bill frowned. "But stealing from children? Seems a bit... low." "Low? It's brilliant! Think about it – brand new toys, still in the boxes. We'll make a fortune!" "I don't know... What if we get caught?" Molly rolled her eyes. "By who? A bunch of sugar-high six-year-olds?" "Good point," Bill conceded. "So what's the plan?" "Simple. We sneak in through the back, grab the gifts, and make our escape before they even cut the cake." "And if someone spots us?" "We'll say we're the entertainment. Now come on, let's go before all the good stuff is opened." As they crept towards the house, Bill muttered, "I can't believe I'm doing this. My mother would be so disappointed." "Less talking, more stealing," Molly hissed, leading the way.