Molly squinted at the house across the street. Balloons bobbed in the gentle breeze, and a giant "Happy Birthday" banner flapped energetically. The sound of children's laughter wafted through the air. She glanced at Bill, whose eyes sparkled with mischief. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" she asked, tugging at her oversized trench coat. "Oh, come on! It's a goldmine of expensive, awkwardly-wrapped presents. Plus, just imagine their little faces when they realize the party's been pilfered," Bill said, smirking. "You're a terrible person," Molly countered, but a grin tugged at her lips. "The worst. Now, how are we going to pull this off?" "We'll need a distraction," Molly said, eyeing a glittery piñata hanging in the yard. "Something to get everyone out of the main room for a few minutes." "I'm thinking we use the old classic: a fake fire alarm. Nothing gets people moving quite like the threat of burning alive," Bill suggested. Molly raised an eyebrow. "A bit extreme, don't you think? How about we just send a delivery person to the door? Someone claiming to have a package." "Fine, be boring. So, you'll go as the delivery girl, and I'll handle the loot?" Bill asked, adjusting his hat. "You do realize I have no intention of running in heels, right?" "Relax, you can wear my sneakers. They're stealthy and comfortable." "Thanks, but I'd rather not contract a foot disease," Molly shot back. Bill chuckled. "You're hilarious, Moll. Okay, we've got the plan. Now let's talk about logistics. We'll need some boxes, packing tape, and a hand truck. We don't want to risk losing a present by stuffing them into our coats." Molly nodded, ticking off items on her fingers. "Right, and we'll need some bubble wrap, too. Wouldn't want to damage the goods." "I can grab a few things from the car," Bill said, pushing himself off the wall they were leaning against. "And you can... I don't know, practice your delivery spiel?" "Get out of here," Molly replied with a light shove, but she was already thinking of how to make her voice sound more 'professional.' Bill jogged across the street and disappeared around the corner. Molly watched the house closely, rehearsing her lines. Ten minutes later, Bill returned with a box filled with the supplies they'd need. He held up a spool of packing tape. "Success." "Excellent. Now, let's take a look at this house layout," Molly said, spreading a napkin on her knee and drawing a quick sketch. "We've got the main room with the presents, the kitchen, and then the backyard. We'll have to move fast." "Easier said than done. Kids move quickly when they realize there's free cake," Bill joked. Molly couldn't help but laugh. "Good point. Hey, what's our contingency if someone gets suspicious?" "Act like we're supposed to be there," Bill said confidently. "Most people will second-guess themselves when confronted with a uniform or a confident attitude." Molly nodded. "Alright, let's do this. Ready to be the worst people alive?" "Absolutely. Let's be legends," Bill replied. They walked across the street, Bill lugging the supplies. Molly took a deep breath and knocked on the door, plastering on her brightest, most innocent smile when a woman in a party hat opened it. "Hi, I'm here with a delivery from Giggle Gifts. Is this the party for Massimo?"