The moon hung like a silvered eye in the night sky, watching over the sprawling backyard where the glowing lights of the children's party flickered merrily. Molly and Bill, clad in black, their faces hidden by ski masks, stood at the edge of the property, their eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Bill nodded towards the backyard, "You sure this is the place, Molly? Last time we called a 'staycation' a 'staycation,' we ended up in a retirement home with a vault full of golf clubs." Molly scoffed, "This is the place, Bill. The invites were specific. 'Under the willow tree at midnight.' You know what I love about these kids? They're predictable as hell." Bill chuckled, "Well, if they're predictable, we're gonna be pretty easy to predict." Molly's eyes narrowed as she looked at the sprawling house. "Not if we keep moving like we're on acid. Now, let's get this show on the road." They slipped across the lawn, their movements fluid and silent. Molly paused at the base of the willow tree, her breath catching as she saw the presents piled under it. Bill joined her, his eyes scanning the darkness. Bill pointed to a window that was slightly open, "There's our way in, Molly. It's a long shot, but it's our ticket." Molly nodded, "You handle the window. I'll handle the presents." Bill smiled, "I like your attitude, Molly. You know, I've always thought a heist with a positive spin was a good idea." Molly rolled her eyes, "We're not exactly doing this for the positive spin, Bill. We're doing this because we need the money." Bill laughed, "Well, then let's make this positive." They worked in silence, Bill carefully pushing the window open, Molly keeping a sharp eye out for any signs of life. Bill slipped inside, Molly waiting a beat before following. They moved swiftly through the house, their minds focused on the presents. Molly looked at the small mountain of gifts, her heart pounding in her chest. "This is our jackpot, Bill. We're in business." Bill, already packing a present into his bag, grinned, "And we're not even doing it for the money. We're doing it for the thrill." Molly laughed, "Well, at least we're consistent." They worked quickly, the presents filling their bags, the adrenaline coursing through their veins. Just as they were about to leave, the sound of a door closing echoed through the house. They froze, their hearts pounding in their chests. Bill whispered, "What was that?" Molly's eyes widened, "We're not alone, Bill." Bill looked at his watch, "It's not midnight yet. We need to get out of here, Molly." Molly nodded, grabbing their last present. They moved swiftly, their breaths coming in short gasps. Just as they were about to leave, a flashlight beam cut through the darkness, shining on them. Molly's eyes widened, "Shit, Bill. We're not going to make it." Bill looked at her, a determined look in his eyes. "We're not going to make it. We'll make it. Together." They turned, running towards the window, their hearts pounding in their chests. They made it to the window, their hands shaking as they pushed it open. They slipped out, their breaths coming in short gasps. They ran, their hearts pounding in their chests, their laughter echoing through the night. Molly looked at Bill, her eyes shining with tears of laughter. "We're alive, Bill. We're alive." Bill grinned, "And we'll be alive again, Molly. Because we're thieves. And this, Molly, is what we do."