Molly smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, we're breaking into a children's party, huh?" She adjusted her black leather jacket, looking at Bill over the rim of her aviator sunglasses. Bill grinned, his gap-toothed smile flashing. "The presents are going to be worth it, trust me. It's like a goldmine of high-end toys and gadgets." Molly raised an eyebrow. "A bit of a soft touch, aren't they? Kids usually get the shoddiest gifts, right? It's not like they're stealing juicy electronics or expensive jewels." Bill shook his head. "Not true, not true. These kids have rich parents who want to spoil them rotten. We're talking drones, gaming consoles, designer clothes – the works. And with all these supersaturated parties, who's gonna notice a little pilfering among the pile of gifts? No one." Molly chuckled, impressed despite herself. "You've done your research. Alright, let's do this." As they staked out the party, Molly scowled, surveying the chaos of half-joyous kids, bored adults, and pungent food. "So, your plan is to blend in with the parent crowd and wait for the perfect moment to strike, right?" Bill winked. "Not quite. We're going in during the piñata smash. Everyone's too distracted to notice us grabbing the presents. And by the time they realize we're gone, we'll be long gone." Molly's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Brilliant. You're a genius, Bill. Let's get this gear." They shifted into action, weaving through the crowd with the makeshift equipment. As the piñata soared through the air, they made their move, grabbing gifts with practiced ease and depositing them into a waiting duffel bag. As they slipped away from the party, Molly glanced at Bill, the glow of the sun catching her sunglasses. "We make a pretty good team, don't we?" Bill chuckled, patting the duffel bag fondly. "Yeah, we do. And we've got a whole lot of kid-approved loot to show for it."