The sun had barely peeked over the horizon when Molly's phone vibrated with an incoming call from Bill. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and answered, her voice still thick with drowsiness. "Molly, it's time. Are you ready for Operation Kiddie Coup?" Molly groaned, "Do we really have to call it that?" "Hey, you know the rules. Every heist needs a catchy name," Bill retorted. "Now get your butt in gear. We're hitting the Westbrook Community Center in an hour." Molly reluctantly dragged herself out of bed and began assembling her gear. Black clothing, lock picks, and a trusty satchel for stowing the loot – all the essentials for a successful heist. An hour later, Molly pulled up to the rendezvous point, where Bill was already waiting, decked out in his own burglary attire. "You're late," Bill chided, his eyes narrowing behind his ski mask. "Relax, we've got plenty of time before the party starts," Molly replied, double-checking her equipment. "Alright, let's go over the plan one more time," Bill said, unfolding a crude map of the community center. "We'll enter through the back door, make our way to the main hall, and once the kids are distracted by the cake and games, we'll swoop in and snatch all the presents." Molly nodded, "Sounds easy enough. But what about security?" "Already taken care of," Bill grinned mischievously. "I may have slipped a little something into the guard's coffee this morning." Molly raised an eyebrow, "You didn't kill him, did you?" "Of course not! Just a mild sedative to ensure he takes a nice, long nap." With their plan solidified, the duo made their way to the back entrance of the community center. Bill expertly picked the lock, and they slipped inside, avoiding the security cameras with practiced ease. As they approached the main hall, the sounds of childish laughter and music grew louder. Molly's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. "You ready?" Bill whispered, gripping his satchel tightly. Molly took a deep breath and nodded, "Let's do this." They crept into the hall, weaving their way through the chaos of the party. Children ran amok, fueled by sugar and excitement, while exhausted parents attempted to maintain some semblance of order. Suddenly, a shrill voice cut through the commotion, "It's time for cake!" As the kids swarmed around the towering confection, Bill and Molly sprang into action. They darted from table to table, scooping up armfuls of brightly wrapped gifts and stuffing them into their satchels. Just as they were about to make their getaway, a tiny voice piped up behind them, "Hey, you're not supposed to take those!" Molly whirled around to find a wide-eyed toddler staring up at them, clutching a teddy bear. "Shh, it's okay, little one," Molly cooed, kneeling down to the child's level. "We're just...borrowing these for a little while." The toddler's brow furrowed in confusion, but before they could protest further, Bill scooped Molly up and bolted for the exit. As they burst out into the cool night air, breathless laughter erupted from their masks. They had pulled off the heist of the century, snatching dozens of presents from the clutches of unsuspecting children.