Molly crouched behind the dumpster, her lockpick kit clutched tightly in her gloved hand. The stench of rotting garbage wafted through the alleyway, but she barely noticed it—her mind was focused solely on the task at hand. "You sure about this, Molly?" Bill whispered, his face partly obscured by the shadows. "Breaking into a kids' party to swipe presents? Seems a tad low, even for us." Molly rolled her eyes. "Relax, Bill. It's a bunch of rich brats. Their parents can afford to replace whatever we nab." "If you say so." Bill shrugged, though his expression remained doubtful. "I do say so. Now, let's get a move on before the party ends and we miss our window." They slinked along the alleyway, their footsteps muffled by the nighttime hush that had fallen over the neighborhood. Molly paused at the back gate, her fingers dancing across the lock with practiced ease. "You're a wizard with those picks," Bill murmured appreciatively. "Shh!" Molly hissed, her brow furrowed in concentration. "I need to focus." With a soft click, the lock yielded, and Molly grinned triumphantly. "Like taking candy from a baby." "Let's hope not literally," Bill muttered, following her through the gate and into the backyard. The sounds of laughter and music drifted from the house, mingling with the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked cake. Molly's stomach rumbled involuntarily, and she made a mental note to snatch a few cupcakes on their way out. They crept along the fence, keeping to the shadows until they reached the sliding glass door that led into the living room. Molly peered through the glass, her gaze sweeping over the scene before them. Brightly colored balloons bobbed in every corner, and streamers hung from the ceiling like vibrant vines. Children darted back and forth, their faces smeared with frosting and their laughter infectious. In the center of the chaos stood a towering pile of presents, wrapped in shimmering paper and adorned with oversized bows. "Jackpot," Molly breathed, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Bill nodded, though his expression remained uneasy. "Let's just grab what we can and get out of here before someone notices us." "Relax, Bill," Molly said, her tone reassuring. "I've got this." With a deft flick of her wrist, she slid the lockpick into the door's latch and wiggled it gently. The lock released with a soft click, and Molly eased the door open just enough for them to slip inside. They moved swiftly, snatching armfuls of presents from the pile and stuffing them into the duffel bags slung over their shoulders. Molly couldn't resist swiping a few cupcakes as well, popping one into her mouth and savoring the rich, chocolatey flavor. "Mmm, not bad," she mumbled around a mouthful of crumbs. Bill shot her an exasperated look but said nothing, his focus solely on filling his bag as quickly as possible. Suddenly, a high-pitched squeal pierced the air, and Molly whirled around to find a small girl staring at them with wide, terrified eyes.