In the dimly lit alley behind the grand house, Molly and Bill huddled together, their breaths visible in the cool night air. Their eyes were fixed on the vast windows of the party room, the sound of laughter and children's chatter echoing through the open window. "You sure about this, Molly?" Bill whispered, his voice barely audible over the clinking of glasses and the distant hum of a children's song. Molly, her dark hair tied back in a messy bun, leaned in closer to Bill. "We've got to try, Bill. The kids will never miss a few cheap plastic toys." Bill scratched the back of his head, his eyes darting nervously. "Yeah, but what about the parents? They'll have cameras everywhere." Molly rolled her eyes. "Relax, Bill. I've got a plan. First, we'll use the old 'pants on fire' trick to distract the parents while we slip in through the side door." Bill sighed. "And how do you plan to do that, exactly?" Molly smirked, pulling out a small walkie-talkie. "I'll have our friend on the other side of the street broadcast some fake emergency news over the police scanner. Something about a 'bomb threat'." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And that will work?" Molly nodded. "Yep. Then, once the parents are outside, we'll just waltz in, grab the presents, and be gone before they can blink." Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "You're crazy, you know that?" Molly grinned. "That's what makes me brilliant. Now, let's get this show on the road. Remember, Bill, we're here for the presents, not the kids." Bill nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "Right. Just the presents." They crept silently towards the side door, their hearts pounding in their chests. Molly pulled out a small lock pick set, and with a few deft movements, the lock clicked open. They slipped inside, the sound of their footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. Molly turned to Bill, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Now, let's get to work." As they began to gather the presents, the sound of sirens echoed through the night air. Molly's plan was working perfectly. They worked quickly, their laughter mixed with the sound of wrapping paper being torn and the clinking of small toys. They were like a well-oiled machine, their years of practice evident in every movement. Suddenly, Molly's walkie-talkie crackled to life. "Molly, you should see the parents. They're going bananas!" Molly chuckled. "Just make sure they stay distracted, alright?" They finished gathering the presents, stuffing them into a large duffel bag. As they made their way to the back door, a small voice called out from the shadows. "Hey, what are you doing?" They turned to see a small boy, his eyes wide with fear. Molly crouched down, her face softening. "We're just borrowing these presents, sweetie. Don't worry, we'll bring them back." The boy hesitated, then nodded. "Okay." They slipped out into the night, the sound of laughter and music fading behind them. They wouldn't be caught tonight. This was their night.