Molly and Bill huddled in the dimly lit alley behind the party venue, their eyes scanning the crowd as they whispered to each other. "Okay, what's our plan?" Bill asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Molly's lips curled into a grin as she fiddled with her lock-picking kit. "Easy," she said. "First, we're going to split up. You go inside and distract the adults, make sure they're all occupied. I'll stay outside and keep an eye on the kids." Bill shrugged. "Sounds simple enough. Let's do this." Molly nodded and handed Bill a small bag. "Here, take this," she said. "It's a distraction gift. Make sure you find someone to give it to and then look for an opportunity to slip away." Bill checked the contents of the bag - a glittering plastic sword and a box of Smurf crackers. "This isn't going to cut it," he muttered. Molly chuckled. "Don't worry, you'll find a way to make it work. And remember, no one gets hurt. This is just for kicks." Bill grimaced. "I know, I know. Just make sure to text me when you're in," he said, his voice laced with nervousness. Molly adjusted her gloves and nodded. "Don't worry, I'll let you know when the fun starts. Now go, the clock is ticking." With one last, secretive look, Bill slunk into the crowd and began scanning the room for a party favor to offer. Meanwhile, Molly kept her eyes on the children's faces, looking for any signs of suspicion or unease. When she saw a group of toddlers giggling excitedly around a cake, she counted down the seconds on her watch. "5... 4... 3... 2... 1... GO!" Molly sprang into action, diving into the bag of wrapped presents and grabbing a fistful. She scooped up a few more before disappearing back into the shadows, her laughter echoing as she ran. "Hey, wait up!" she yelled over her shoulder. "We're having too much fun!"