Molly and Bill stood outside the children's party, sizing up the situation. "This is going to be a piece of cake," Molly said confidently, eyeing the small crowd of parents and children inside. Bill nodded, adjusting his party hat to hide his face. "Just keep your eyes out for the birthday boy's parents. If they get suspicious, we could end up in hot water." Molly chuckled. "I've got this. Now, let's get inside and start filling our bags with all those presents." Together, the two thieves slipped into the party, weaving their way through the crowd of unsuspecting guests. As they made their way towards the presents, Molly couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. This was the kind of job she lived for. "Alright, let's get to work," Molly whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of children playing and parents chatting. Bill nodded, his hand hovering over a pile of wrapped gifts. "On three?" "On three," Molly agreed, her heart racing with anticipation. "One, two, three!" And with that, the two thieves made off with all the presents, disappearing into the night like a pair of grinning, thieving ghosts.