Molly and Bill made their way to the hybrid car they had worked night and day to acquire. The old Mercedes, with its sturdy structure and quiet interior, was perfect for their last-minute plans. They knew they needed something simple and inconspicuous to reach the large children's party without causing any suspicion as to their motives. Molly chuckled secretively in the backseat, looking over her shoulder as she allowed her voice to sound sweet yet mischievous. "Alright, Bill. Everything's been set according to the plan. Now, let's hope the children don't miss all their birthday presents." A momentary flash of guilt pANGed Bill's prematurely lined face, printed with an unsettling mix of remorse and exhilaration. "Aww, don't you worry, Molly. The kids will be so hyped on cotton candy and would probably be too intoxicated to notice the presents vanish mysteriously into the night." Molly calmly studied her friend, momentarily captivated by his gamble for adventure. "That's a solid point. The noise and energetic snorting in the halls is really going to excite the elves and deflect any focus from us." "I guess we've already got this one in the bag, Molly. The night is ours to seize, and we'll be swimming in more presents than we could ever dream of." Bill gleamed, his fingers tracing intricate geometrical patterns on his sole=vented leg as he winked. Their journey carried them gracefully through the brisk, pine-scented air, where laughter and music could be heard echoing pleasure amidst the guests. The merry bandits strained to make sense of the tumult as they inched closer to their intended loot. The atmosphere suggested nothing but good cheer and boisterous banter, the ideal setting to infiltrate their assigned target. "Guess it's now or never." Molly's utterance, punctuated by a sharp exhale, clung to the crisp air like a thief's velvet jacket. One look mirrored their aligned determination, and Bill acknowledged her thought with a subtle head nod. They'd done their reconnaissance with the same precision they'd exhibited in their previous jobs. Deciding to leave a portion of their haul in a discreetly concealed storage location minutes from the party, they knew the loot would be a step further out of sight, making their escape an easier affair. Molly gripped the handles of the sleek case on her lap, her fingers curious but restrained. As they pulled up in a monitored parking space, they slid into their usual elaborate routine, Bill as the silent boundary putter, and Molly sliding in, silently assuming the apparently excited partygoer's persona. Within minutes, they mingled into the vibrant crowd as two angels among the sea of childish grins and sparkling eyes. "Attention all you merrier thieves, it's been a pleasure robbing these twins of their birthday presents today. Spread the word, more parties await us. Keep the spirits cheerful, my fellow merrymakers, and remember, always aim for more presents and favorite sweets." Molly's voice, an ornate mix of melodic proposition and gleeful laughter, ruffled through the crowd, causing a flurry of what seemed like heartfelt goodwill and shared spirit. She released the remains of a playful jack-o'-lantern grin as the car took off. Their foolishly merry accomplishments felt like a pang in their hearts, causing Bill to mutter under his breath, "Next time it's the church's charity fundraiser, where all the donations are distributed unsupervised, like beer and chips to Fourth of July revelers." Molly simply nodded, eyes brimming with future exploits.