The scene unfolded with the two thieves, Molly and Bill, in their car parked down the street from a children's birthday party in full swing. The house was decorated with colorful balloons and streamers, the sounds of children's laughter and upbeat party music drifting out into the air. "So, here's the plan," Molly said, glancing over at Bill. "We sneak in the back, wait until the parents are distracted with the cake, then grab the presents and haul ass outta there." Bill nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Sounds good to me. I'm thinking we hit the toy store on the way out - maybe grab a few more things for ourselves while we're at it." Molly snorted. "You and your kid-sized Power Wheels obsession. But fine, whatever floats your boat." She checked her watch. "Alright, it's go time. You ready?" Bill reached for the door handle. "Born ready. Let's do this!" The two crept up to the back door, easily picking the lock and slipping inside. The kitchen was empty as they made their way through, giggling kids' voices getting louder. Peeking around the corner, they saw a room packed with little ones in party hats, all eyes on the colorful cake being carried out. The parents were preoccupied with singing and clapping. "This is it, our chance!" Molly whispered excitedly. "Quick, to the present table!" They scurried over and started stuffing wrapped gifts into a sack, moving swiftly but carefully not to make a sound over the festive commotion. "That's the last of 'em," Bill declared, hefting the heavy sack. "Let's blow this popsicle stand!" As they turned to make their escape, a shrill voice suddenly rang out behind them. "You! Bad thieves! Get back here!" The birthday girl was pointing right at them, her face a mix of shock and accusation. The adults spun around, confused cries and exclamations filling the air. In an instant, the two were surrounded by outraged parents. "Oh shit, this is bad!" Molly yelped. "Quick, through the window!" They crashed through the glass and sprinted across the yard as the parents gave chase. The kids' delighted screams only spurred them on faster. Reaching the car, they tossed the sack of loot in the backseat and leapt inside just as the parents arrived. "Get