Molly and Bill huddled in the shadows cast by a tall fence, their eyes gleaming with a mischievous light as they surveyed the scene before them. A vibrant children's party was in full swing, with colorful streamers hanging from trees and squeals of delight filling the air. The heart of the merriment, however, was also the crux of their interest: a towering pile of presents, shimmering with potential treasure. "There's a lot more kids than I expected," Bill whispered, his eyes widening at the sea of tiny partygoers. "Don't worry, they're all too busy eating cake and ice cream to notice us." Molly's voice was steady, but her eyes shifted, taking in the dynamic scene. "But what about the parents? There's a lot of 'em, and they're not exactly focused on the kids." Molly smiled, her eyes sparkling with a cunning gleam. "That's where our little friends come in." She gestured to a large bag she'd been holding, filled with an assortment of noisemakers and small toys. "A well-timed distraction is all we need. Once those parents hear the ruckus, they'll be rushing to see what their little darlings are up to." Bill's eyebrows shot up in realization. "Leaving the presents unattended. Clever, Molly, very clever." With a furtive glance around, they moved closer, their hearts racing with anticipation. The distractions were about to begin, and if all went well, they'd soon be enjoying the fruits of their illicit labor.