Molly adjusted her latex gloves, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Alright, Bill, let's not waste time. We need to be in and out before the party goes from fun to 'mom's going to ground us for a week'." Bill chuckled, his eyes scanning the scene from the shadows. "You worry too much, Molly. Remember, we're not here to disrupt a birthday party, we're here for the loot." Molly rolled her eyes. "You're a romantic, Bill. But even you want to see some presents that aren't wrapped in plain paper with a 'Happy Birthday, Charlie' tag." Bill pulled out a set of lockpicks, his fingers dancing over them. "That's true. And we have a plan. You know what I'm going to do with my share?" Molly smirked. "I'm sure you'll think of something. Now, the host is a bit of a chatterbox. He's going to be busy trying to count the kids and keep everyone happy. You have to make sure you're not the one who's quiet and out of place." Bill nodded, his expression serious. "I'll do my best not to be the one who gets caught watching everyone's presents. You just make sure you're not the one who gets caught with a present in your hand." Molly laughed, a soft, melodic sound. "You worry too much, Bill. Now, let's get this show on the road. Remember, no one is supposed to be watching the presents, especially the kid in the polka-dot hat." Bill nodded, putting his lockpicks away. "You got it. Let's do this." Molly stepped closer to the window, her eyes scanning the party. "Alright, the coast is clear. Let's get to work." Bill grinned, pulling out his lockpicks again. "Let's make this a present you won't forget." As they moved silently through the party, their eyes met in a shared understanding. This was their game, their heist, and they were in the middle of it. The presents were theirs for the taking, and they were going to take them.