Molly and Bill sat at a small table in the corner of a dimly lit coffee shop. They both wore hats and sunglasses, trying to blend in with the crowd. Molly took a sip of her coffee and let out a deep sigh. "I can't believe we're doing this," she said. "Breaking into a children's party? It's just not right." Bill looked at her with a sly grin. "Come on, Molly. It'll be easy. We just walk in, grab the presents, and walk out." "But what about the kids?" Molly protested. "Think about how they'll feel when they realize all their presents are gone." Bill leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "Molly, we're thieves. We don't have time to worry about other people's feelings. We need the money, and this is the perfect opportunity. It'll be in and out, in under five minutes. I promise." Molly hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, but if anything goes wrong, it's on you." "Don't worry," Bill said, pulling out a map of the party venue. "I've got everything planned out. We just need to be careful and stay sharp." Molly nodded, then took another sip of her coffee. "Okay, let's do this." Bill stood up and offered his hand to Molly. "Let's go make some kids cry." Molly rolled her eyes, but took his hand anyway. Together, they walked out of the coffee shop and towards the children's party.