Bill and Molly sat in the dimly lit garage, the only light coming from a bare bulb hanging overhead, casting long shadows behind them. The air was thick with the smell of grease and oil as they hunched over a tattered map, their eyes sparkling with anticipation. "So, this is the Miller residence," Bill said, tracing a finger along the blueprint, his eyes narrowing as he studied the layout. "The party will be in full swing by the time we get there. We need to move fast and be out before anyone notices." "How many kids are we talkin' here?" Molly asked, her eyes scanning the diagram, taking in the details of the residence. "Don't want any little tykes getting' in our way and slowing us down." "Around twenty, give or take," Bill replied, his voice steady, belying the excitement that was building within him. "But don't worry, that just means more presents. It's a goldmine, I tell ya!" Molly smiled, her eyes gleaming. "A kids' party, huh? Stealin' candy from babies. Literally." She shook her head, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You gotta love parents these days. Throwin' lavish parties, givin' their kids the world. We'll show 'em the world, alright." "Hey, we're just speeding up the process of teaching these kids about the realities of life," Bill said with a wink. "And besides, it's not like they won't get something else to make up for it. We're doing 'em a favor, teachin' 'em a valuable lesson." "Oh yes, a valuable lesson indeed," Molly said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, as I recall, the back door here," she pointed to a spot on the map, "should be unlocked since the kids will be playing in the yard. We go in, grab the goods, and get out. Easy peasy." Bill nodded, his enthusiasm growing by the minute. "I can just see their little faces now, all tear-stained and confused, wondering where their precious gifts went. It's almost too perfect, like taking candy from a baby." "Now, now," Molly chided playfully, "no need to rub it in. We're professionals, remember? In and out without a trace. They'll never know what hit 'em." "Exactly!" Bill exclaimed, slapping his knee. "Let's do this thing and make it snappy. The faster we move, the sooner we can enjoy the fruits of our labor." They continued to pore over the map, fine-tuning their plan, their voices buzzing with excitement as they prepared to execute their unique brand of theft, stealing from the unlikeliest of marks. Unbeknownst to them, their adventure would lead them down a path far more twisted and hilarious than they could have ever imagined. For now, the only thing on their minds was the thrill of the heist, and the promise of a mountain of ill-gotten goodies.