Molly and Bill sat in the dimly lit living room of their safehouse, surrounded by blueprints, maps, and a collection of high-tech gadgets. They were two master thieves, partners in crime, and the best in the business. "Alright, Bill," Molly said, her eyes fixed on the layout of the children's party they were about to rob. "Here's the plan. We'll go in through the back entrance, avoid the bouncy castle and the face painting station. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves. Then, we'll make our way to the present table, grab as many as we can carry, and make a swift exit." Bill nodded, studying the layout intently. "Sounds good, but how do we avoid the parents? They'll be hovering around like helicopters, asking questions and making small talk." Molly grinned, pulling out a fake invitation from her pocket. "Don't worry about it. I've got us covered. This invitation should get us in without any trouble. And if anyone does ask, we'll just say we're friends of the birthday boy's family." Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "You always have a plan, don't you? Alright, let's do this." As they approached the party, Molly and Bill blended in seamlessly with the crowd of parents and excited children. They snatched the presents from the table without a hitch, making their escape before anyone even noticed they were gone. But as they were about to leave, Molly couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. "You know, stealing from kids always feels a little wrong," she said, glancing at the disappointed faces of the children as they realized their presents were missing. Bill waved it off, stuffing a giant teddy bear into his bag. "We're thieves, Molly. It's what we do. Besides, there's a charity shop just a few blocks away. We can drop these off there and call it a day." With a sigh, Molly nodded, knowing that their heist was done and the stolen presents would be given to a good cause. The only thing left to do was to divvy up the haul and plan their next heist.