The two thieves crouched behind the bushes, peering at the brightly lit house across the street. Streamers fluttered from the eaves and balloons bobbed in the warm breeze. Muffled shrieks and gleeful laughter drifted out an open window. "Fuckin' hell, it's a goddamn kid's birthday party," Bill grumbled. He wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "This was your brilliant idea, Mol." Molly narrowed her eyes. "And I stand by it. These little bastards will have more loot than Scrooge McDuck. We get in, snag the presents, and bounce before they're even missed." "How you plannin' on pulling that off? It ain't exactly a bank vault." She smirked. "Leave the details to me, ya knob. You just keep watch and be ready to hoof it." Molly crept up to the house, keeping low. She spotted a side door propped open with a potted plant, the party's noise masking her movements. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she slipped inside, grabbing a fistful of wrapped gifts on the way. Minutes later, Molly came scurrying out, her arms full of boxes and bags. "C'mon, Bill, we're outta here! And I thought you said these little pricks were loaded..."<|end_header_id|> Molly burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. Tears streamed down her face. Bill looked at her like she'd lost her marbles. "What? What's so damn funny?" "I... I can't..." Molly wheezed, gasping for air. "The... the... presents!" Bill grabbed a couple of the packages and tore open the wrapping paper with shaking hands. Inside was a jumble of toys, mostly plastic dinosaurs, crayons, and coloring books. He held up a box of sidewalk chalk. "For fuck's sake, this is kiddie shit! Whoop-de-fuckin'-doo!" Molly doubled over, practically choking on her own laughter. She waved her hands frantically. "I know, I know! I got so carried away I started snagging random crap off every table and shelf! Ooh, looky here - a bag of fuckin' candy corn! We hit the motherlode!" Bill flung the chalk to the