In the shadows of the alley, Molly and Bill huddled together, their breath visible in the chilly night air. Molly, a petite woman with a sharp tongue and sharper eyes, was dressed in a baggy suit, her hair tucked under a fedora. Bill, tall and lanky, wore a stained apron over his clothes, a fake mustache glued to his upper lip. "Remind me why we're doing this again?" Bill grumbled, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Molly rolled her eyes. "Because, Bill, we're thieves. And this is the perfect setup. A children's party, full of presents, and no security to speak of." Bill sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair. "I just think stealing from kids is a new low, even for us." Molly scoffed. "They'll get over it. Besides, it's not like we're taking their candy. We're just... relocating the presents to a better home." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Our home?" "Exactly." Bill looked at the house, the sound of laughter and music filtering out. "You know, I've never been to a kid's party before. They seem to be having fun." Molly snorted. "Don't get soft on me now, Bill. We've got a job to do." Bill sighed, straightening his apron. "Alright, let's get this over with." Molly grinned, pulling out a set of lock picks. "That's the spirit. Now, let's go make some kids very unhappy." As they slipped into the house, Molly whispered, "Remember, act natural. We're just the caterers." Bill nodded, his mustache twitching nervously. "Right. Natural. Just two caterers, stealing all the presents." Molly chuckled, leading the way towards the sound of the party. "You know, Bill, this might be the easiest job we've ever done." Bill groaned softly, following her into the lion's den. "That's what I'm afraid of."