Molly, perched on the fence, binoculars dangling around her neck, turned to Bill. "Alright, I've scoped it out. The party's in full swing. Kids are running around like headless chickens, parents are too busy stuffing their faces with cake to notice anything." Bill, leaning against a tree, picked at his nails nonchalantly. "And the presents?" "Piled high in the corner, like a mountain of temptation. No one's guarding them. It's like they're begging us to take them." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Begging, huh? I don't remember the last time a pile of presents begged me for anything." Molly rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean. It's too easy. I don't like it." Bill chuckled. "Since when do you turn down easy jobs? You're getting soft, Molly." "Soft? I'm just saying, if it looks too good to be true, it probably is." Bill pushed off from the tree, stretching. "Well, we're not getting any younger. Let's get this show on the road." Molly sighed, but hopped down from the fence. "Fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Bill grinned. "Deal. But we won't get caught. We're professionals, remember?" They made their way towards the party, Molly leading the way. As they approached, the sound of children's laughter filled the air. Molly glanced at Bill, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You know, we could always just crash the party. No one would suspect a couple of adults dressed as clowns." Bill groaned. "Clowns? Really, Molly? I draw the line at clown suits." Molly laughed. "Just a thought. Besides, we've got our own special way of blending in." They reached the back of the house, where a large window was open, letting out the sound of the party. Molly pulled out a small device from her pocket, pressing it against the window frame. "Lockpick," she explained to Bill, as if he didn't know. Bill rolled his eyes. "I've seen you do this a thousand times, Molly." The lock clicked open, and Molly pushed the window up. She turned to Bill, a wicked grin on her face. "Ready to make some kids' Christmas?" Bill smiled back, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Let's do this." And with that, they slipped into the house, ready to make their mark on the unsuspecting party.