Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge, peering at the house. Balloons and streamers adorned the front lawn, signaling the ongoing festivities. "Alright, Molly, here's the plan. We sneak in, grab the presents, and slip out. No fuss, no mess," Bill whispered, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Bill, it's a children's party. How hard can it be? Just don't trip over any toy cars," Molly replied, rolling her eyes. "You say that now, but these little rugrats are craftier than they look. Remember the Thompson brats?" Bills shuddered at the memory. "How could I forget? Little Timmy nearly took my ear off with his water pistol," Molly chuckled. Bill adjusted his cap. "Okay, so we blend in, act like we're looking for our 'kid.' Grab the gifts, and we're out." "Right. Blend in. Got it," Molly nodded, straightening her oversized jacket. "Let's just hope they don't mistake us for clowns." "Too late. Already happened last week," Bill smirked. They crept closer, mingling with the crowd of parents and children. Molly grabbed a stray balloon, blending into the festivities while Bill pretended to cheer on a game of tug-of-war. "See? Easy peasy," Molly whispered, slipping a brightly wrapped box into her bag. "Don't speak too soon," Bill chuckled, nodding towards a group of kids eyeing them suspiciously. "Remember, we’re just two 'responsible adults' enjoying a kiddie party." As they moved towards the gift table, Molly grinned. "Piece of cake. Let's just grab the rest and vanish." With their bags full of pilfered presents, they made a beeline for the back gate. Molly glanced over her shoulder, stifling a laugh. "And they said crime doesn't pay." Bill winked. "They clearly never met us."