Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge, peering at the brightly lit house where a children’s party was in full swing. Inside, balloons bobbed and children’s laughter spilled out through the open windows. Molly adjusted her watch, glancing at Bill. “The plan’s simple,” she whispered. “We slip in, grab the gifts, and get out before anyone notices.” Bill nodded, his eyes scanning the perimeter. “Easy as cake,” he agreed, though his knuckles whitened around the duffel bag. Molly gave him a quick nudge. “Stay sharp. These kids are savvier than they look.” Bill grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I’m ready. Let's make this a birthday they’ll never forget.” They darted across the lawn, staying low. As they reached the back door, Molly pulled out a lockpick, expertly jimmying the lock open. The door clicked, and they slipped inside, the noise of the party receding slightly. The living room was a sea of primary colors and chaos. Children darted around, clutching balloons and wrapped presents. Molly spotted the pile of gifts in the corner. “There it is,” she hissed. Bill nodded, his eyes darting around. “Let’s move.” They made a beeline for the gifts, working swiftly and silently. Within moments, the duffel bag was full.