Molly and Bill sat in a dark alleyway, huddled over a map of the city. Their eyes were fixed on a specific location - a children's party venue that would be overflowing with presents. It was the perfect target for their next heist. "So, how do we get in?" Bill asked, his voice low and conspiratorial. Molly pulled out a set of lockpicks from her pocket and smiled. "No problem. I've got this." She ran her fingers through her blonde hair, adjusting her black bandana. They walked towards the venue, trying to look nonchalant despite the anticipation coursing through their veins. The party was in full swing when they arrived, with laughter and music spilling out onto the street. Molly took a deep breath and pulled out her lockpicks, ready to get to work. "What are you doing?" Bill hissed, grabbing her arm. "What does it look like I'm doing?" Molly replied, trying to wriggle free. "But we can't just walk in there! What if someone sees us?" Bill said, his eyes darting around nervously. Molly rolled her eyes. "Relax, billy-boy. We're not going in through the front door. I've got a back entrance planned." She pointed to a fire escape on the side of the building. Bill let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, you're the boss." They made their way to the fire escape and Molly began to climb, her nimble fingers gripping the metal bars. Bill followed closely behind, his heart racing with each step. When they reached the top, Molly pulled out a small flashlight and shone it onto the roof. "All clear," she whispered. They crept across the rooftop, avoiding any loose shingles or protruding vents. Molly spotted a ventilation shaft that led directly into the party room. "This is it," she said, grinning. Bill looked at her nervously. "Are you sure this is a good idea? What if the shaft is too small?" Molly shrugged. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Now, let's get in there and start collecting some loot." She crawled into the ventilation shaft, her legs scraping against the metal. Bill followed closely behind, trying not to think about how tight the space was. They inched their way through the shaft, the sound of the party music growing louder with each passing moment. Finally, they reached the end of the shaft and peeked inside. The room was filled with colorful balloons and giggling children, their eyes shining with excitement. Molly and Bill exchanged a look, their hearts pounding with anticipation. "Okay," Molly whispered. "Let's do this." They crawled out of the shaft and tiptoed across the room, their hands brushing against walls to keep their balance. Molly spotted a large present in the corner, wrapped in bright red paper. Her eyes lit up. "That one's mine," she whispered, making a beeline for the present. Bill followed her, his eyes darting around the room for any signs of danger. They each grabbed a present and started to make their way towards the exit. But as they reached the door, they heard footsteps approaching. "Oh crap," Molly whispered, her heart racing. Bill froze, his hands trembling as he gripped his present. Molly took a deep breath and turned around, her face set in a determined grin. "Happy holidays!" she exclaimed, waving her free hand.