Molly and Bill huddled in the bushes, their breaths misting in the chilly night air. The house loomed before them, a beacon of warmth and, more importantly, presents. Molly, a petite woman with a penchant for disguises, adjusted her oversized glasses and checked her watch. Bill, tall and lanky, fidgeted with his bow tie, a remnant from their last job. "Ready?" Molly whispered. Bill nodded, his eyes scanning the house. "Let's make this quick. In and out, like a thief in the night." Molly chuckled, "More like a thief in the birthday cake." They slipped out of their hiding spot, their forms melding with the shadows. The house was quiet, save for the distant hum of a party in full swing. Molly reached into her bag, pulling out a small device. She pressed a button, and a soft beep echoed through the night. "What's that?" Bill hissed. Molly grinned, "A little something to ensure our exit is as smooth as the champagne we won't be drinking." They slipped into the house, their hearts pounding in sync. The presents lay before them, a mountain of temptation. Molly and Bill exchanged a look, their eyes gleaming with mischief. It was time to make some children's Christmas a little less merry.