Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge, the sounds of a children's party drifting through the air. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and laughter filled the garden. "Alright, Molly, you sneak around the back and check for any nosy parents. I'll handle the door," Bill whispered, his eyes darting towards the house. "Got it. But remember, we're only here for the presents. No distractions," Molly replied, adjusting her burglar's mask. "Right, no distractions. Unless there's cake," Bill joked. Molly rolled her eyes. "Focus, Bill. This isn't a picnic." They split up, Molly darting around the side of the house while Bill crept towards the front door. The music from the party covered their quiet footsteps. "Hey, Molly," Bill whispered into his walkie-talkie, "I think I see a piñata. Should we take it?" Molly's voice crackled back, "Bill, stick to the plan! Are the presents in sight?" Bill peeked through a window. "Yeah, they're piled up by the tree. Looks like a jackpot." Molly rejoined him. "Good. Let's move fast. We've got five minutes before the clown starts his next act. That'll be our distraction." "Clown act? I hate clowns," Bill muttered. "Just keep your eyes on the prize," Molly said, pulling out her lockpicking tools. With a click, the door unlocked. They slipped inside, their eyes on the shimmering pile of gifts.