Molly, her eyes gleaming with mischief, adjusted her tiny top hat in the reflection of the window. Beside her, Bill, dressed in an oversized clown suit, fidgeted nervously. The children's party was in full swing, their laughter echoing from the brightly lit house. "Ready, Bill?" Molly asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Bill gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing like a cork in a stormy sea. "As ready as I'll ever be," he replied, his voice quivering. Molly grinned, her teeth a stark white against her painted-on freckles. "Remember, we're not here to steal joy, just the presents." Bill nodded, his jester hat bobbing. "Right. Presents. Not joy." Molly pushed open the gate, and they slipped into the backyard. The party was a riot of colors, balloons, and sugary smells. Molly's heart pounded, but she kept her face neutral. This was their biggest heist yet. She looked at Bill, his face a mask of terror and determination. She couldn't help but chuckle. They were in for a wild ride.