In the dimly lit alley behind Mrs. Jenkins' bakery, Molly and Bill huddled, their breaths visible in the crisp autumn air. Bill, a portly man with a penchant for old-fashioned hats, was double-checking his pocket watch. Molly, a slim woman with a cascade of red hair, was thumbing through a list of party details scribbled on a napkin. "Alright, Bill," Molly said, "we're good to go. The party's in full swing, and Mrs. Jenkins' back is turned. She's too busy serving cookies to notice us." Bill nodded, adjusting his tweed cap. "Perfect timing. I've got the map, and I've marked the presents as you've requested." "Excellent. Now, remember our plan. We'll go in, you'll distract the kids with a magic trick, and I'll snatch the presents." Bill chuckled, "I'll see if I can't make their eyes pop out of their heads with a few tricks of my own. But I'll need some help with the levitations." Molly rolled her eyes. "Just focus on the magic, Bill. The last thing we need is to end up on the five o'clock news." As they moved towards the party, Bill straightened his cap. "You know, Molly, this isn't exactly how I imagined my retirement." Molly smirked. "Well, Bill, when you're as old as we are, you have to take what you can get. Besides, this is our final heist. It's got to be perfect." They paused at the window, peeking inside. "You see that?" Bill pointed to a group of children gathered around a cake. "That's our opportunity. I'll make a grand entrance, you grab the presents. Easy as pie." Molly nodded, taking a deep breath. "Alright, let's do this. Remember, don't break anything. We're not here to cause chaos, just to take what's ours." Bill grinned, "Understood. Let's make this a night to remember." As they slipped inside, the room filled with laughter and surprise. Bill waved his hands dramatically, "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I present to you... the disappearing presents!" Molly watched, a smile playing on her lips, as Bill captivated the children. She moved swiftly, snagging presents from under the Christmas tree. She felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly overridden by the thrill of the heist. As she gathered the last present, she heard a gasp from the crowd. She looked up to see Bill stumbling, a look of shock on his face. "Molly," he whispered, "I think we've got company." Molly looked towards the door, where a familiar face stood. Mrs. Jenkins, her eyes blazing, was blocking their escape. "You two," she said, her voice like thunder, "are under arrest." Molly sighed, "Looks like we've been caught. Again." She looked at Bill, who was still trying to make the presents reappear. "You know what, Bill? This time, we might just have to face the music." As they were led away, the children stared in disbelief, their presents gone, their magic show a bust. But for Molly and Bill, it was just another day in the life of two old thieves.