In the shadows of a suburban cul-de-sac, Molly and Bill huddled behind a hedge, their breaths visible in the crisp autumn air. The house before them was a beacon of childish glee, its windows aglow with the promise of a birthday party in full swing. Molly, a petite woman with a penchant for vintage dresses and an even greater penchant for thievery, adjusted her cat burglar mask. "You sure about this, Bill? Stealing from kids? It's a new low, even for us." Bill, a lanky man with a nervous tic and a heart of gold (though he'd never admit it), fidgeted with his own mask. "It's not like they'll miss 'em, Mol. They'll just get more next Christmas. Besides, we're not hurting anyone. Just... redistributing wealth." Molly sighed, her eyes scanning the house. "I hope you're right. I really don't want to spend Christmas in a cell again." Bill chuckled, "You worry too much. We'll be in and out before they even notice. Now, remember the plan? I create a distraction, you grab the presents." Molly nodded, her eyes gleaming with a mix of apprehension and excitement. "Right. Let's do this." Bill took a deep breath, then stepped out from behind the hedge, his stride confident. He rang the doorbell, and a moment later, the door swung open to reveal a group of sugar-high children and their harried parents. "Trick or treat!" Bill boomed, his voice echoing through the neighborhood. The kids cheered, their eyes wide with surprise and delight. Molly slipped past him, her heart pounding in her chest. She dashed into the living room, her eyes scanning the piles of presents. She grabbed as many as she could carry, her arms straining under the weight. She was just about to make a run for it when she heard a small voice behind her. "Hey, what are you doing?" Molly froze, her heart in her throat. She turned around slowly, her eyes meeting those of a small boy, no older than five. He was dressed as a superhero, his cape billowing behind him. "Um... I'm... I'm the present fairy," Molly stammered, her mind racing. "I deliver presents to good boys and girls. But I can only take them if they're not looking." The boy tilted his head, considering this. Then, to Molly's surprise, he smiled. "Okay. I won't look. But can I have a present too?" Molly's heart melted. She set down the presents she was carrying and rummaged through them until she found a small, wrapped box. She handed it to the boy, her voice soft. "Here you go, little hero. Merry Christmas." The boy beamed at her, his eyes shining with happiness. "Merry Christmas, present fairy!" Molly slipped out of the house, her heart lighter than it had been in years. She met Bill at the hedge, her arms laden with presents. "You okay, Mol?" Bill asked, his eyes searching hers. Molly smiled, her heart full. "I'm fine, Bill. Let's get out of here." As they disappeared into the night, the sound of laughter and joy followed them, a reminder that sometimes, the best heists were the ones that didn't feel like heists at all.