Molly and Bill stood in the shadows, observing the bustling children's party from a distance. The air was thick with the scent of sugar and the sounds of laughter and playful chaos. Colorful streamers hung from the ceilings, and a table groaned under the weight of beautifully wrapped presents. "This is it, Bill. Our big moment." Molly's eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam. "I can't believe we're actually doing this. Stealing from a bunch of kids." "Hey, we're thieves. We take what we want, and those kids have something we want." Bill adjusted his dark glasses, a nervous tick he had when scoping out a new job. "Besides, they won't even know what hit 'em. It'll be like a magic trick—poof! The presents disappear." "If only it were that simple." Molly bit her lip, a fleeting moment of uncertainty crossing her face. "This feels different, Bill. Those kids are innocent. What if we—" "No what-ifs, Molly!" Bill interrupted, keeping his voice low and urgent. "We've discussed this a hundred times. It's a clean job, in and out. We grab the presents, and we're gone before they even know we were here. No harm, no foul." "I know, I know." Molly shook off her doubts, straightening her black beanie with determination. "It's just... kids can be so unpredictable. What if they start crying or, worse, kick up a fuss and we get caught?" "Then we'll deal with it." Bill's voice was steady, confident. "We've got the element of surprise on our side. Once we get our hands on those presents, it's a done deal. We're professionals, Molly. We can't let a bunch of snot-nosed kids rattle us." A exuberant shout and a burst of laughter cut through the air, drawing their attention back to the party. The children were engrossed in a rambunctious game, their attention entirely on the fun at hand. "Okay, Bill. Let's do this." Molly took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Remember, we go in separate entrances. I'll create a distraction, and you grab as many presents as you can. Got it?" "Got it." Bill nodded, his face set in a focused grin. "Let's make this quick and efficient. The longer we take, the higher the chances of getting busted." With a shared nod, they split up, each approaching their designated entry points. Molly whispered a quiet incantation to herself, a thief's prayer for luck and stealth, before slipping into the party, her movements graceful and catlike. The stage was set, and the heist was about to begin.