Molly and Bill sat in their beat-up van across the street from the colorful house, watching as excited children arrived for the birthday party. Molly drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, a mischievous glint in her eye. "So, partner in crime," she said, turning to Bill. "You ready to snatch ourselves some sweet, sweet loot?" Bill shifted nervously in his seat. "I don't know, Molly. Isn't stealing from kids a bit... low?" "Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures," Molly retorted. "Besides, those overprivileged brats won't even miss their presents. We'll just be... redistributing the wealth, so to speak." Bill sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. "Fine, but I'm only doing this because rent is due next week and we're fresh out of options." "Whatever works for you, buddy," Molly said, grinning. "Now, let's go over the plan one more time. We wait for the perfect moment, slip into the house, grab as many presents as we can carry, and make a swift exit. Got it?" "Yep, got it," Bill confirmed. "But what about the kids? And the parents? They're bound to notice two suspicious adults sneaking around." "Don't worry," Molly said, wagging a finger. "I've got just the distraction. When the time is right, I'll activate my secret weapon - a remote-controlled, noise-making gadget that'll send all those little darlings into a frenzy. Trust me, they won't even notice we're there." "I sure hope you know what you're doing," Bill muttered. Molly patted him on the back. "Relax, partner. This is gonna be a walk in the park! Or rather, a stroll through a heavily-guarded birthday bash." They continued to watch the party, waiting for the opportune moment. Children's laughter and playful screams filled the air as they played games and enjoyed themselves. Suddenly, Molly's eyes lit up. "That's our chance! The clown's performance is about to start. Once he begins, everyone will be transfixed." She handed Bill a walkie-talkie. "Take this. I'll give you the signal when it's time to make your move. And remember, grab the biggest gifts first - those usually contain the good stuff." Bill took a deep breath, trying to ease his nerves. "Alright, Molly. I'm ready as I'll ever be." As the clown launched into his act, Molly activated her remote-controlled device. A series of loud bangs and whistles erupted from the other side of the house, causing a commotion among the partygoers. "Showtime!" Molly whispered into the walkie-talkie. "Go, go, go!" Bill leapt out of the van and sprinted towards the house, his heart pounding in his chest. He could hear the children's excited chatter as they ran to investigate the disturbance, leaving the presents unguarded. Molly watched from the van, a proud smirk on her face. "That's my boy," she said under her breath. "Now let's just hope he can make it back in one piece."