Molly and Bill sat in the getaway car outside the children's party, a sea of balloons and streamers visible through the window. "Are you sure about this?" Molly asked, her brow furrowed. "Breaking into a kids' party? That's a new low, even for us." "Hey, it's not our fault the birthday boy's parents are loaded," Bill replied with a shrug. "And think about it - all those presents, just sitting there, waiting for us to snatch them up." "But what if they catch us?" Molly asked, a hint of fear in her voice. "We could end up in jail, or worse." "Relax," Bill said, patting her on the knee. "The parents will be too busy partying to notice us sneaking around. And if anyone does see us, well, we'll just play it cool and say we're part of the entertainment." Molly sighed and nodded, reluctantly agreeing to go along with the plan. She took a deep breath, popped the lock on the car door, and they both stepped out into the party. As they made their way through the crowds of laughing children and smiling parents, Molly couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. But she pushed it down and focused on the task at hand - getting her hands on as many presents as possible.