Molly and Bill hunched over a map of the party venue, their faces illuminated by the dim glow of a flashlight. "Bill, I'll create a distraction, and you sneak in. It's foolproof!" Molly whispered. Bill chuckled softly, "Are you sure about this? Stealing from kids is a new low, even for us." Molly rolled her eyes, "We're not taking candy from babies, Bill! It's all high-end electronics and fancy toys. Now, remember: wait for my signal." "And what's this 'signal' supposed to be?" "You'll know when you hear it," Molly smirked, placing a hand on her megaphone. Bill sighed dramatically, "Alright, but I hope you know what you're doing." As Molly made her way toward the stage, Bill slipped into the shadows. He shook his head and muttered, "I have a bad feeling about this..." On stage, Molly cleared her throat and announced, "Attention kids! We have an unexpected magic show!" With a flourish, she conjured a burst of glittering sparks. The chaos commenced. Bill crept through the crowd, grabbing presents and stuffing them into his oversized Santa sack. Molly's laughter mixed with the screams of excited children, echoing through the room. "Perfect," he thought, grinning as he made his way toward the exit.