Molly peeked around the corner, her blonde hair poking out from beneath her bright red party hat. The living room was packed with children bouncing off the walls, their shrill laughter echoing off the vaulted ceilings. "They're distracted by the clown," Molly said, ducking back into the hallway. She turned to her partner, Bill, who was fidgeting with the zipper of his oversized bunny costume. "This is our chance. We've got five minutes tops before the kids burn out and go hunting for more sugar." Bill nodded, his floppy ears bobbing up and down. "I'm ready. Let's hit those presents like a tornado." The unlikely duo crept into the room, keeping their heads low. They skirted the perimeter, inching closer and closer to the towering stack of wrapped boxes in the corner. Just as Molly reached for the first gift, a shrill voice pierced the air. "Aaaahhhh! The bunny stole my cookie!" A little girl in a pink dress pointed an accusing finger at Bill. In a flash, the horde descended upon them, their sticky hands pawing at the thieves' costumes. Molly grabbed an armful of presents and started shoving them into a sack as the kids swarmed around her legs. Bill was dragging the heavy box of candy, his floppy nose twitching with each labored breath. "We're almost clear," Molly called over the din of children's screams. "Just a few more yards to the back door." Heart pounding, the pair staggered through the kitchen, leaving a trail of crumbs and juice stains. They burst out into the backyard and sprinted for the fence, the sack of loot bouncing against Molly's hip. With a mighty heave, Bill clambered over the wooden slats. He turned back to help Molly, his eyes widening at the sight behind her. "They're coming! The parents are onto us!" Bill shouted, pointing to the angry mob pouring out of the house. Molly whirled around just as the first parent lunged, his fist aimed right for her face. She ducked and weaved, using the sack as a shield as she climbed the fence. Bill hauled her up and over, and they tumbled to the ground in a tangle of limbs and bunny fur. Molly sprang to her feet, hefting the sack over her shoulder. "Nice job, Bill," she grinned, wiping a smear of