"I can't believe we're doing this," Molly whispered, crouching behind a bush outside the party venue. The cheerful sounds of children's laughter drifted from the brightly decorated hall, clashing with the mischievous glint in her eyes. "It's a foolproof plan," Bill replied, his gaze fixated on the target. "Besides, we'll be modern-day Robin Hoods—stealing from the spoiled and giving to the... well, us." Molly stifled a laugh as she double-checked their equipment. "Let's just get this over with." "Agreed." Bill nodded, eyeing the horde of meticulously wrapped presents. "On the count of three?" "One..." Molly took a deep breath. "Two..." Bill flexed his gloved fingers. "Three!" they exclaimed in hushed unison, darting towards the party venue, adrenaline pumping through their veins. The duo moved with practiced ease, blending seamlessly into the sea of parents and children. They smiled and laughed along with the others, appearing as just another pair of friendly guests, all while edging closer to their objective. Finally, they reached the table laden with gifts. Molly discreetly began stuffing presents into her oversized bag, while Bill distracted the partygoers with a comically exaggerated story. As the theft continued undetected, the duo shared a satisfied glance, silently congratulating each other on their impeccable teamwork. Their grand escape was just moments away.