Molly and Bill stood on a neighbouring rooftop overlooking the unsuspecting child's party in full swing. It was their chance to make a move. "Alright, Bill," Molly whispered as she consulted her watch, "It's time to put our plan into action. The coast is clear, and everyone's distracted by the clown. Let's do this." Bill nodded, his eyes fixed on the glistening pile of presents beneath the decorated tree. "You're the boss, Molly. But remember, we need to be quick and quiet. We've only got a small window before someone notices the missing loot." Molly smirked and unfurled a rope ladder, securing it to the edge of the roof. "Piece of cake, Bill. We've done this a hundred times before. The kids won't even know what hit 'em." With practiced precision, they descended the ladder and landed softly on the ground, melting into the shadows cast by the setting sun. They approached the party tent, avoiding the giggling children and overexcited parents. "Molly, darling," Bill whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the clown's jokes, "I'll create a distraction while you grab the presents. Meet me back at the rope ladder in two minutes." Molly nodded, her eyes narrowing as she spotted the towering pile of presents. "Make it one minute, Bill. I can't resist a good challenge." Bill chuckled and slipped away into the crowd, making his way towards the clown. Molly watched him for a moment before turning her attention to the presents. She quickly untied the ribbons and bows, stuffing the gifts into a large duffel bag. "Molly! You're not supposed to open your presents yet!" A young girl's voice piped up behind her. Molly spun around, her heart racing. "Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie. I was just checking to see if there were any more left to put under the tree." The little girl frowned, her pigtails bobbing as she shook her head. "There were lots more earlier, but I think everyone's already gotten theirs." "Well then," Molly said, her voice full of fake cheer, "I better get back to the party. Enjoy the rest of your evening!" She slipped away, duffel bag in hand, and made her way back to the rope ladder. Bill was already there, his face flushed from the exertion of his distraction. "Nice work, Molly," he said, admiring the bulging bag of presents. "Now, let's get out of here before anyone realizes what we've done." As they began to climb the rope ladder, Molly couldn't resist one last glance back at the party. The children were laughing, and the parents were smiling, completely oblivious to the missing presents. "Bill," Molly said as they reached the top of the ladder, "I think this is the best job we've ever pulled off." Bill grinned, his eyes twinkling in the fading light. "And it's all thanks to you, Molly. Here's to many more successful heists together!" With that, they disappeared into the night, their footsteps swallowed by the laughter and joy of the children's party.