Molly peered out from behind the bushes, her keen eyes scanning the brightly decorated house. Streamers fluttered in the warm summer breeze, and the distant chatter of excited children could be heard. She turned back to her partner with a wry grin. "Well, Bill, looks like the perfect setup - a gaggle of spoiled brats distracted by cake and pony rides. Plenty of loot to swipe and no one the wiser." Bill chuckled darkly, adjusting his fedora. "Aye, 'twill be child's play, lass! We slip in, snatch the swag, and scuttle off before the wee ones are blowing out the candles. A regular romp!" "And a tidy sum of booty, eh? Them rich parents pile on the presents thick as fleas on a mangy cur." Molly licked her lips hungrily at the thought of the glittering toys and games just waiting to be pilfered. "Aye, more treasure than a dragon's hoard! Why, I'd wager there's at least a dozen shiny new bicycles and enough video games to make a man's fingers cramp!" Bill rubbed his hands together gleefully. "Right then, on the count of three we make our move and help ourselves to the haul!" The two thieves shared a conspiratorial wink as they crept toward the house, ready to make off with the children's hard-won gifts. The perfect crime was about to unfold like a well-worn page from their favorite fairy tale - with a deliciously wicked twist!