Molly adjusted her cap, a baseball style cap with a worn-out brim, as she and Bill huddled under the moonlit tree in the kids' backyard. The party was in full swing, the laughter and music echoing through the night. Bill, his face obscured by a white mask, checked his watch. "Just under an hour until the big reveal." Molly rolled her eyes. "Again with the timing. It's not like we're in a race." Bill chuckled, his voice muffled by the mask. "It's the precision that makes us the best, Molly. We want to get in, grab the presents, and out without a hitch." Molly crossed her arms. "I still think we're underestimating the security. That security guard is a beast." Bill scoffed. "He's just a man with a walkie-talkie. We've got our own walkie-talkies, and we're the ones calling the shots." Molly smirked. "You're right. You're always right." Bill grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Now, let's go in. We've got a job to do." Molly nodded, pushing off the ground. "But first, I've got to steal that cat." Bill looked confused. "What cat?" Molly pointed towards the fence. "The cat that's been giving me the stink eye all day." She winked. Bill laughed. "Molly, you're a mess, but I love it." Molly giggled as they moved towards the fence. "Just remember, Bill, we're not here to steal the presents. We're here to liberate them." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Oooh, the liberation of presents. I like it." As they climbed over the fence, Molly whispered, "You know, Bill, I've always wondered... why presents?" Bill shrugged. "Why not? They're all wrapped up nicely, waiting to be opened." Molly laughed. "Well, we're not opening them tonight, but we're certainly taking them. Let's do this." They moved swiftly and silently through the yard, their hearts pounding with anticipation. The party was a blur of colors and sounds, but Molly and Bill were focused on their task. They reached the table where the presents were laid out, their eyes scanning the room. The security guard was nowhere to be seen. Molly turned to Bill. "This is it, Bill. This is what we live for." Bill nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's make a clean sweep, Molly. And remember, no touching the cakes." Molly grinned. "No touching the cakes. Got it." They set to work, their hands moving quickly and surely. The presents were small and easy to carry, and within minutes, they were all bagged and ready to go. Bill turned to Molly, his face beaming. "Time to go, Molly. The liberation is complete." Molly nodded, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of the heist. "And the cat?" Bill looked at the cat, purring and rubbing against his legs. "I think the cat approves." Molly laughed, and they made their way back to the fence, leaving the party behind them. As they climbed over, Molly whispered, "You know, Bill, I've always said the best part of this job is the freedom." Bill nodded, his voice muffled by the mask. "And the cat. Don't forget the cat." Molly laughed, and they slipped away into the night, leaving behind the laughter and music of the party. They were just two thieves, but they were the best there was, and they were free.