Molly and Bill huddled in the shadows of the park, the children's laughter echoing from the nearby party. Molly's eyes gleamed with mischief as she adjusted her dress to the perfect 'present-stealer' length. Bill, with his hair slicked back, surveyed the scene with a frown. "Bill," Molly whispered, "we need to be quick. The parents won't be pleased if they find us pinching presents." Bill sighed, "I know, I know. Just keep an eye on the parents. I'll do my magic at the door." Molly rolled her eyes. "Your magic, Bill, is nothing but sleight of hand. And it's not like we're stealing money, it's presents." Bill smirked, "Exactly. Presents. Who needs money when you can have fun? Now, let's get this show on the road." They slipped from the shadows, their hearts pounding in sync with the party's lively music.