Molly and Bill, dressed in black, crouched behind a large inflatable slide, eyeing the pile of brightly wrapped presents. "Okay, here's the plan," Molly whispered. "I'll create a distraction by setting off these fireworks, while you sneak in and grab as many presents as you can." Bill nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Sounds good. Just make sure you save me a slice of that birthday cake." Molly rolled her eyes. "Focus, Bill. We're here for the presents, not the cake." "Right, right," Bill agreed, pulling his ski mask over his face. "Let's do this." Molly ignited the fireworks, sending a barrage of colorful explosions into the sky. As the children and parents looked up in awe, Bill darted towards the present table, a large sack in hand. He hastily shoved the gifts inside, his heart racing with adrenaline. Within moments, Bill had filled the sack to the brim. He gave Molly a thumbs up, signaling it was time to escape. The duo sprinted away from the party, their laughter echoing through the night as they disappeared into the shadows, their sack of stolen presents bouncing along with them.