In the shadow of the grand old oak, Molly and Bill huddled beneath its gnarled branches, their eyes fixed on the sprawling Victorian house. The night was alive with the shrill cries of children, their laughter echoing against the star-studded sky. A soft breeze rustled the leaves above, whispering secrets to the pair. Molly, her eyes sparkling with mischief, turned to Bill, "So, this is the big plan, huh? Steal presents from a kids' party?" Bill, his nose buried in a map, looked up, "Well, it's not like we're taking their toys, Molly. Just, you know, the presents. Besides, it'll be easy. They'll be too busy eating cake to notice." Molly chuckled, "Easy, Bill? You've seen their parents. They're as protective as a mama bear." Bill waved a hand dismissing her worries, "Relax, I've got a plan. We'll sneak in through the back, distract the kids with some... let's say 'fireworks'... and slip in to steal the presents." Molly raised an eyebrow, "Fireworks? Bill, we're not bombing a playground. Besides, what if they see us?" Bill grinned, "That's why we'll be wearing these," he said, pulling out a pair of oversized bunny ears from his pack. Molly burst out laughing, "You're insane. But I must admit, it's a clever disguise." Bill puffed out his chest, "I do have my moments. Now, let's go. We've got a party to crash." They slipped out from under the tree, their shadows dancing around the neatly manicured lawn. As they approached the house, Bill handed each of them a small, wrapped box. "Just in case," he whispered. Molly unwrapped hers, revealing a tiny smoke bomb. "Just in case what?" Bill smiled, "Just in case we need to create some chaos." They reached the back of the house, the sound of happy children growing louder. Bill opened the back door a crack, peering inside. "It's clear. Let's go." They slipped inside, their bunny ears catching the light as they moved through the kitchen, past the party room. The kids were indeed engrossed in their cake, their faces smudged with frosting. Molly and Bill exchanged a glance, a silent agreement. Bill pulled out his smoke bomb, tossing it into the party room. A thick cloud of smoke filled the air, the kids started to cough and wave their hands. Amidst the chaos, Molly and Bill moved swiftly, grabbing the presents from the tree, stuffing them into their bags. A little girl, her face red from crying, pointed at them. "There they are!" she screamed. Molly and Bill froze, their bags bulging with loot. They looked at each other, a moment of panic passing between them. But then, Bill grinned, pulling out his own small, wrapped box. He threw it into the smoke, a loud bang echoing through the room. The kids screamed, their parents rushed in, chaos ensued. Molly and Bill slipped out the back door, their hearts pounding. They ran, their laughter echoing behind them, leaving the party in a cloud of smoke and confusion. As they disappeared into the night, Molly looked at Bill, "You know, for a second there, I thought that was it. But... you know what?" Bill grinned, "What?" Molly laughed, "We make a great team." And with that, they vanished into the night, their bags filled with stolen presents, their hearts filled with laughter and a bit of adrenaline.