Molly peeked out from behind the fence. "The coast is clear, let's go!" Bill checked his watch. "Wait, we need to time this juuust right. Those kids will be distracted in 3...2..." Suddenly, screams of joy rang out as a clown juggled flaming torches. "Now! Let's move!" They crept through the backyard and burst through the door. "Everyone freeze! Hands where I can see 'em!" Molly barked, waving a squirt gun. "We're here for the gifts. Play nice and nobody gets wet." As Bill rifled through the presents and tossed them into a sack, a little girl burst into tears. "Noooo! You're stealing our toys!" She stamped her foot petulantly. Bill sighed. "Tell you what, squirt. We'll leave you one present, how's that?" He selected a shiny wrapped box and placed it in front of the child. The girl's face crinkled with suspicion. "Is it the pony I asked for?" Bill and Molly shared a knowing look. "Yep, absolutely!" Bill assured her. "A brand new pony, right here." He tapped the box meaningfully. The girl's eyes went wide as saucers. "Really? Yay!" She hugged the mysterious gift to her chest. "I guess you can take the rest then." "Much obliged!" Bill winked at Molly as they made their getaway with the loot. Another successful heist in the books. <|end_header_id|>