Molly peeked through the window, surveying the cluttered living room packed with bright pink balloons and streamers. "Jackpot," she muttered, turning to Bill. "Looks like every snot-nosed brat in town is here. The place is a goldmine." Bill lit a cigarette, smoke curling around his smirk. "I'll take the kitchen. You scope out the presents. Meet back at the van in ten, yeah?" Molly rolled her eyes and plucked the cigarette from his lips. "Always way too eager, Bill. Let's make sure this is a clean grab first. No sense rushing and getting caught." Bill snatched the smoke back and took a long drag before shaking his head. "You're the boss, Mol. Let's get rich." They slipped in through the unlocked front door. Molly crept over to the massive pile of wrapped boxes while Bill busied himself rifling through cabinets. The shrill screeches of ecstatic children filled the air. Sifting through the loot, Molly whistled softly. "Nice haul - one iPod Nano, a stack of gift cards... Not bad, kiddos!" She stuffed her pockets and shirt, holding the bulge of goodies tight against her frame. Suddenly, a child's petulant wail pierced the commotion. "Mommy! That lady's taking my baby doll!" Molly froze as the shouting child stampeded over, pulling on her pant leg. "Heeeelp! Husband, someone's stealing the presents!" Bill bolted from the kitchen, eyes wild. "Shit, shit, shit!" He grabbed Molly's arm and tugged her towards the back door. They burst out and sprinted for the waiting getaway van. Molly could hear an enraged mother hot on their heels, cursing like a sailor. They dove into the vehicle just as the woman reached for them. Slam! The doors locked. Bill peeled out, tires screeching. "Holy hell, I thought we were done for!" he gasped, wiping sweat from his brow. Molly laughed breathlessly, unloading the pilfered gifts onto the floor. "I'd say that was a pretty good haul for a few minutes' work. Conflict free diamonds, anyone?" Bill chuckled, lighting up again. "You are one crazy chick, you know that? Cracks me up every time." Molly grinned, reaching over to back hump him playfully. "Just wait till you see the loot from the next kid's birthday bash. I'm planning a candy factory heist." Bill groaned dramatically, but his grin belied his exasperation. "Can't wait. Always an adventure with you." Molly just laughed, already plotting their next caper. Conning naive parents was a sinfully sweet gig, and she loved every second of it.