Molly adjusted her gloves, her eyes scanning the toy-littered living room. "You sure about this, Bill?" Bill, his eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses, adjusted the small backpack slung over his shoulder. "As sure as I am that I'm not wearing a fucking tiara." Molly rolled her eyes. "Right. Because that would be a disaster." They had picked the house at random, the address scrawled on a crumpled receipt from a nearby burger joint. The party was tonight, and the house was theirs for the taking. Bill checked his watch. "We're on time. The parents are out back, the kids are inside. We'll have the presents in no time." Molly smirked, her mind already racing with the possibilities. "You think they'll notice?" Bill leaned in, his voice low. "I think it'll be a miracle if they see us at all. Now, let's do this." They moved silently, blending into the shadows as they crept through the house. The smell of cake and candy filled the air, making Molly's stomach grumble. Bill whispered, "Hang on to your gloves, Molly. We don't want to get caught with our hands in the cookies." Molly laughed softly, a sound barely audible over the distant sounds of laughter and chatter. "You're such a kid, Bill." They slipped into the living room, their eyes scanning the chaos. One of the birthday girls was playing with her dolls, oblivious to their presence. Molly and Bill exchanged a glance, then moved swiftly, Molly picking up a present here, Bill another there. The first few presents were easy, the kids' laughter and excitement a background hum. But as they began to fill their bags, the room started to change. The kids grew quiet, their eyes widening as they took in the thieves. One of the kids pointed, her voice barely a squeak. "Look, Mommy! They're stealing the presents!" Bill's eyes widened. He looked at Molly, then back at the kids. "Oh, shit." Molly's heart pounded in her chest. She had forgotten about the kids, had forgotten about the cameras and the parents. They were caught. But they had to get out, they had to get back to their car. Molly grabbed her bag, her gloved hands shaking. "We need to go, Bill. Now." Bill nodded, his eyes still focused on the kids. "Alright, Molly. Let's make a run for it." They turned and fled, the kids screaming behind them. Molly could hear the sound of footsteps, the sound of chaos. They ran, their hearts pounding, their breath ragged. And as they burst through the front door, the sound of the kids' laughter following them, they couldn't help but laugh too. They had done it. They had stolen the presents. And they were going to need a lot of plastic wrap to keep the cops off their trail.