Molly and Bill crouched behind a dumpster in the alley, peering at the brightly lit children's party through the window. The room was filled with colorful balloons, festive streamers, and a towering cake in the center of the table. "Alright, Bill," Molly whispered, her eyes locked on the mountain of presents stacked in the corner. "Here's the plan. We'll wait till the parents are distracted with the cake, then we'll slip in through the window. You grab the presents, and I'll cause a distraction. Got it?" Bill nodded, his face breaking into a mischievous grin. "Easy as cake, Molly. But what kind of distraction are we talking about?" "Trust me, it's going to be legendary," Molly replied with a wink. "Now, let's synchronize our watches. We'll strike in five minutes." Five minutes later, the cake was brought out, and the parents gathered around, cameras in hand. Molly and Bill exchanged a quick glance before darting towards the window. They climbed in silently, avoiding the creaky floorboards. As Bill began stuffing presents into a large duffel bag, Molly sneaked over to the sound system. She quickly emptied the contents of a packet of laxatives into the DJ's cup of punch, then replaced it unnoticed. "Time to make our exit," Molly whispered to Bill, who had finished filling the bag. "Make sure you grab the cake knife on your way out." Bill grinned, snatching the knife from the table. As they made their way back to the window, the DJ took a big gulp of the spiked punch, and within seconds, his face turned a deep shade of red. "Oh no," he gasped, rushing towards the bathroom. "I think I'm going to..." Pandemonium ensued as the DJ sprinted past the guests, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake. In the midst of the commotion, Molly and Bill slipped out the window and hurried away from the scene, their duffel bag filled with stolen presents and their hearts filled with mischievous glee.