The shadows cast by the flickering moonlight danced across Molly's face as she peered through the bedroom window. "Are you sure about this, Bill?" she whispered, her voice laced with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Bill chuckled, adjusting his black ski mask. "Of course, Molly. It's a goldmine. Kids these days get the best loot." Molly rolled her eyes. "But stealing from children? Isn't that a bit low, even for us?" Bill waved a dismissive hand. "They won't even notice until it's too late. Besides, it's not like we're taking their college funds or anything." Molly bit her lip, considering his words. "I guess you're right. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you entirely." "Fair enough," Bill agreed, rubbing his hands together. "Now, let's get to work. Those presents aren't going to steal themselves." With a shared nod, the duo slipped through the window, their footsteps silent on the plush carpet. The room was littered with toys and discarded wrapping paper, a testament to the raging party that had taken place earlier. Molly couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt, but the promise of a lucrative haul quickly pushed it aside.