Molly and Bill sat in a dimly lit room, hunched over a table covered in scribbled notes and detailed diagrams. The air was thick with tension, as the two thieves meticulously planned their next heist: breaking into a children's party to steal all the presents. "Alright, Bill," Molly whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Here's the plan: We'll sneak in during the party, distract the kids with some kind of commotion, and then make our move." Bill rubbed his chin thoughtfully, a smirk playing on his lips. "Sounds good, but how are we gonna Distract 'em? We can't just start a food fight." Molly grinned and held up a small, remote-controlled car. "Ah, but we can start a robot battle! I've programmed this little guy to go haywire right in the middle of the party. The kids will be so busy watching the chaos, they won't even notice us grabbing the loot." Bill laughed heartily, slapping his knee. "Molly, you're a genius! But what if someone tries to stop us?" Molly's smile turned devious. "Leave that to me. I've got a special surprise for anyone who tries to interfere." She patted her pocket, where a small vial of itching powder bulged menacingly. On the day of the party, Molly and Bill arrived at the venue, wearing innocuous party hats and carrying colorful presents. They blended in seamlessly with the crowd of excited children and indulgent parents. The party was in full swing when Molly quietly activated the remote control. The robot car sprang to life, zigzagging wildly across the room, causing chaos in its wake. Kids squealed with delight, chasing after the little vehicle as it careened into walls and under tables. Seizing the opportunity, Molly and Bill made their move. They quickly gathered the stacks of beautifully wrapped presents into their large sacks, trying not to giggle as they worked. Suddenly, a burly security guard noticed their suspicious behavior and started to approach. Molly sprang into action, deftly tossing the vial of itching powder in his direction. The powder exploded in a cloud of irritation, causing the guard to break out in an uncontrollable itching fit. "Looks like he's got a serious case of the heebie-jeebies," Bill chuckled, as they hurriedly made their way to the exit. Outside, they collapsed in a fit of laughter, their sacks bulging with stolen treasure. "We did it, Molly! We actually pulled it off!" Bill gasped between laughs. Molly beamed with pride. "Of course we did, Bill. We're the best darn thieves in the business!" And with that, they disappeared into the night, leaving a trail of confusion and itchy skin in their wake.