Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge, peering at the brightly lit house. Music and laughter spilled into the night. "Looks like the perfect setup," Molly whispered. "Wish we could join the party. Those kids seem to be having all the fun." Bill chuckled. "We'll have our own kind of fun. Did you bring the tools?" "Of course." Molly held up a small bag. "Lock picks, gloves, and our trusty crowbar. We're all set." Bill pointed at the window. "That one looks accessible. You ready to make your move?" Molly nodded, her eyes gleaming. "Let's do this." They dashed across the lawn and stopped at the chosen window. Molly carefully removed the screen while Bill scanned the area for any witnesses. In one swift move, Molly pried the window open and slipped inside. Bill followed, landing gracefully next to her. They crept through the quiet house, the sound of their footsteps masked by the noise of the party. The presents were arranged under a sparkling tree in the corner. Molly grinned as they stuffed the gifts into their duffel bags. Suddenly, a door creaked open, and a child's voice called out, "Mom, I thought I heard something—" Molly and Bill froze, hearts pounding.