Molly and Bill huddled in the shadows, their eyes gleaming with mischievous anticipation. The children's laughter and music from the nearby party only fueled their thirst for the impending heist. "Alright, let's go over the plan one more time," Molly whispered, her voice barely audible over the sounds of celebration. Bill nodded, his fingers drumming against the pocket of his worn jacket. "We wait until the party's in full swing, then you create a distraction while I slip in and grab the presents." "And make sure you don't get caught this time," Molly added, a hint of playful reproach in her tone. "Hey, that was one time! And I still managed to get away with the loot," Bill countered, a sly grin spreading across his face. Molly rolled her eyes, suppressing a chuckle. "Yeah, after nearly getting your toupee snatched off by a pack of rabid children." Bill grimaced at the memory, then quickly shook it off. "That won't happen this time, I promise. I've got a foolproof disguise all ready to go." "Let's hope so," Molly said, casting a wary glance towards the party. "The guests are starting to thin out. Now's our chance." The two thieves crept closer, their movements a practiced dance of stealth and precision. Molly positioned herself near the entrance, her eyes scanning the crowd for the perfect distraction. "Hey, kids!" she called out, waving her arms frantically. "Look, it's a real-life unicorn outside!" The children's eyes lit up with excitement, and they stampeded towards the door, eager to catch a glimpse of the mythical creature. "Now, Bill!" Molly hissed, and her partner-in-crime slipped through the unguarded entrance. Bill navigated the chaos of the party, his sharp eyes darting from one present-laden table to the next. He couldn't resist a chuckle as he watched the children chasing after a neighbor's dog, mistaking it for the elusive unicorn. Quickly, Bill began scooping up the gifts, stuffing them into a large sack he had brought for the occasion. His heart raced with the thrill of the heist, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for depriving the children of their presents. "Hurry up, Bill!" Molly called out, her voice strained as she struggled to maintain the distraction. Bill nodded, his fingers working furiously to collect the last of the loot. With one final sweep, he turned and made his way towards the exit, his sack heavy with the spoils of their crime. As they slipped away into the night, Molly and Bill couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. Their plan had gone off without a hitch, and they had managed to pull off another successful heist. "That was almost too easy," Bill remarked, a satisfied grin on his face. Molly shook her head, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Don't get cocky, Bill. The real challenge is keeping the kids from finding out we stole their presents." The two thieves shared a conspiratorial laugh, already plotting their next adventure.