In the shadows of the sprawling Victorian house, Molly and Bill huddled together, their breath visible in the chilly night air. The house was alive with the sounds of laughter and music, a children's party in full swing. Molly, a petite woman with a penchant for vintage dresses and a knack for picking locks, chewed on her lower lip. "You're sure about this, Bill? Stealing from kids?" Bill, a lanky man with a mop of curly hair and a charming grin, shrugged. "It's not like they'll miss 'em. Besides, we'll leave the wrapping paper. They can still play with the boxes." Molly rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. "You're incorrigible." Bill grinned wider. "And you're adorable when you're exasperated. Now, let's get this show on the road." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, intricately designed mask. "Our disguises." Molly took hers, a mirror image of Bill's, and slipped it on. "We look ridiculous." Bill chuckled. "We're breaking into a kids' party, Mol. Ridiculous is the name of the game." They crept towards the house, sticking to the darkness. Bill tried the back door, finding it locked. He stepped aside, gesturing to Molly. "Your turn, sweetheart." Molly knelt, her fingers dancing over the lock. It clicked open after a few tense seconds. She looked up at Bill, a smug smile on her face. "Still got it." Bill offered her his hand, pulling her up. "Never doubted you for a second." They slipped inside, the warmth of the house enveloping them. The party was in full swing upstairs, the sound of a piñata being smashed echoing through the house. Molly and Bill exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. Bill pointed to the living room, where a pile of presents lay untouched. "Jackpot." Molly nodded, her eyes scanning the room. "We need to be quick. The parents could come down any minute." Bill was already at the presents, stuffing them into a large sack he'd brought along. Molly joined him, working efficiently. They moved in sync, their years of partnership evident in their silent communication. Suddenly, Bill froze, his eyes widening behind his mask. Molly followed his gaze, her heart pounding. A small figure stood at the doorway, a chocolate-smeared face staring at them in surprise. Molly offered the child a smile, her voice soft. "It's just the party fairies, sweetheart. We're here to make sure everyone gets their presents." The child's eyes widened, but before they could say anything, Bill stepped forward, holding out a small, wrapped box. "Here you go, little one. A special present from the fairies." The child took the box, their eyes shining with wonder. "Thank you, fairies!" Molly and Bill exchanged a glance, a silent laugh passing between them. They finished gathering the presents, slipping out of the house as quietly as they'd come in. Back in the safety of their van, they stripped off their masks, laughing at their close call. Molly shook her head, still chuckling. "We make a terrible pair, Bill." Bill grinned, starting the van. "But we make one hell of a team, Mol. Now, let's get out of here before the real police show up." As they drove away, the sound of laughter and music fading behind them, Molly couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It was just another job, another heist. But it was their job, their heist. And in the world of comedic thieves, that was all that mattered.