Molly adjusted her floral blouse and glanced out of the window nervously. She took a deep breath and whispered to Bill, "Are we really doing this?" Bill leaned back against the wall, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he studied the party in progress. "Unless I've lost my touch, I didn't think you were ever in." "She has a very protective father," Molly whispered, keeping her eyes locked on the kids playing outside. "How do we know we won't get caught?" "Molly, sweetie, we're doing this for the children," he said with a wicked grin. "Several kids are in desperate need of toys and gifts to enjoy at their birthday party. Isn't that what parties are for?" Masking her distaste, Molly nodded faintly. "Fine. But we have to be quick," she muttered, her eyes scanning the crowd for the perfect opportunity. Bill nodded in agreement. With a fierce breath, they approached the backyard of the party, impeccably blending into the crowd filled with jolly souls in holiday attire. Ask again, this won't last forever. In need of a touch of luck, she slipped on a red Christmas hat to disguise herself during the scheme. The blissful parents were lost in conversation, utterly oblivious to the chaos that unfolded twenty feet away. Before anyone could catch on, the sounds of triumph erupted from their accomplice accomplice as they raced back to the secluded spot they had set up as their flee place. She zipped their thick coat in protective awe, whispering, "We made it." And with that, their adventure ended. They escaped, arms filled with stolen presents from a Halloween party gone wrong.