Molly and Bill stood outside the large, brightly-lit building, the sounds of laughter and music emanating from within. It was the annual children's charity party, and they were about to commit the most audacious heist of their careers: stealing all the presents. "Alright, Bill," Molly said, her voice low and determined. "We've gone over the plan a dozen times. You know what to do." Bill nodded, his hands shaking with anticipation. "I know, Molly. I'll create a diversion while you sneak in and grab the loot." "Exactly," Molly replied, her eyes narrowing as she scan the area. "Remember, we need to be quick and quiet. We don't want to ruin the party for these kids." Bill swallowed hard. "No promises, but I'll do my best." "Good," Molly said, patting him on the back. "Now let's get to work." They made their way towards the entrance, blending in with the crowd of well-dressed adults and excited children. As they approached the door, Bill pulled a small, handheld device from his pocket. "What's that?" Molly whispered, her eyes darting between the device and the crowd. "It's a remote-controlled whoopee cushion," Bill replied, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Just wait for my signal." Molly rolled her eyes but said nothing as they entered the building. The party was in full swing, with kids running around and playing games while adults chatted and enjoyed the festive atmosphere. "Showtime," Bill whispered, pressing a button on the remote. A loud, drawn-out fart sound echoed through the room, causing everyone to turn and stare in the direction of the noise. A young boy, no more than six years old, pointed at Bill and laughed. "Hey, everyone!" Bill shouted, feigning embarrassment. "Sorry about that! Must've been something I ate!" The room erupted in laughter as Molly took the opportunity to slip away unnoticed. She made her way towards the large pile of presents, carefully avoiding the attention of the partygoers. "Keep 'em distracted, Bill!" she whispered through her earpiece. "No problem, Molly!" Bill replied, pressing the button on the remote again. "Hey, who wants to see my impression of a constipated elephant?" Molly couldn't help but chuckle as she approached the mountain of presents. She quickly began scanning the tags, searching for the most valuable items. "Molly, we need to hurry," Bill said, his voice tense. "People are starting to get suspicious." "Almost done," Molly muttered, grabbing a handful of expensive-looking toys and stuffing them into her bag. "Just give me a few more seconds." Back in the main room, Bill was doing his best to keep the crowd entertained. He had moved on from his constipated elephant impression to telling bad jokes, and the crowd seemed to be enjoying themselves despite the interruption. "Why did the tomato turn red?" Bill asked, pausing for effect. "Because it saw the salad dressing!" The crowd groaned, but laughter soon followed. Molly took advantage of the distraction to make her way back to Bill, her bag bulging with stolen presents. "Ready to make our exit?" she asked, her voice low and calm. "Yes," Bill replied, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Let's get out of here before they realize what we've done." Together, they made their way towards the exit, blending in with the crowd as best they could. As they reached the door, Molly turned to Bill and grinned. "Not bad for a first-timer, eh?" she said, patting him on the back. Bill laughed, his heart still racing from the adrenaline. "I'll admit, that was more fun than I expected. But please, next time let's stick to robbing banks, okay?"