Molly and Bill skulked through the quiet streets, their footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. The neighborhood was deserted, save for the sporadic flicker of a TV screen through venetian blinds. They approached the brightly lit house at the end of the street. "That's the one," Molly whispered,-state checking her watch. "Party should be in full swing." Bill nodded, peering through the lace curtains. The living room was packed with squirming kids, their shrieks of laughter barely muffled by the walls. Streamers and balloons festooned every surface. In the corner, a small mountain of gaily wrapped presents awaited. Molly turned to Bill with a wicked grin. "Ready to play Santa?"Bill chuckled, pulling a ski mask over his face. Molly did the same. They crept around to the back door, picking the lock in seconds. The kitchen was dimly lit, a discarded party hat the only sign of life. Molly motioned for Bill to follow, her own heart pounding in her ears as she tiptoed to the living room doorway. In a flash, they burst in, crying "Merry Christmas!" The kids screamed and scattered like bowling pins, running for their parents. Molly and Bill dove for the presents, stuffing them into their awaiting sacks as the confused adults began yelling. "Nobody move!" Bill barked, brandishing a water pistol. As the parents froze in shock, Molly and Bill grinned at each other, then turned and sprinted out the front door, leaving the party in chaos behind them. They dashed down the street, presents bouncing under their arms, and quickly disappeared into the night, their laughter trailing behind them. "We got away with it!" Molly exclaimed breathlessly once they were safely hidden behind a dumpster. Bill reached into his bag with a triumphant smile, pulling out a toy car. "Looks like we won't be the only ones playing with these. Merry Christmas, kid!" They high-fived and slunk off into the dark, leaving the unsuspecting neighborhood to wonder what the hell had just happened.