In the heart of suburbia, under the guise of a gardening duo, Molly and Bill scrutinized their target: a vibrant children's party in full swing. The house was awash with the innocent laughter of children, blissfully unaware of the mischief about to unfold. Molly, a petite woman with a mischievous grin, whispered, "The coast is clear, Bill. We've got a window of opportunity before the cake ceremony." Bill, a lanky man with a knack for disguises, nodded, adjusting his fake mustache. "Right, Molly. Remember, we're after the presents, not the piñata." Their eyes darted towards the mountain of colorfully wrapped presents, a tantalizing treasure trove in the corner of the yard. The duo had a peculiar fondness for heists that were far from the ordinary, and this one was a first even for them. Molly slipped on her latex gloves with a sly smile. "Well, Bill, let's not keep the birthday boy waiting for his 'surprise'." Bill chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming behind his glasses. "Indeed, Molly. Let's make this a birthday he'll never forget." As the sun began to set, casting long shadows, Molly and Bill moved stealthily towards their target, their hearts pounding with the thrill of the heist.