Molly and Bill huddled in the van, their eyes narrowed with determination as they pored over the blueprints of the children's party venue. "Alright, let's go over the plan one more time," Molly said, her voice low and serious. "We'll make our move during the 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey' game. That's when everyone will be distracted." Bill nodded, his fingers tracing the layout of the building. "I'll take the west entrance and disable the security system. You'll go in through the east door and grab the presents." "And we'll meet back here in ten minutes, tops," Molly added, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. "This is going to be a piece of cake," Bill said, his chest swelling with confidence. Molly arched an eyebrow. "Don't get too cocky, Bill. We can't afford any mistakes." "I know, I know," Bill said, waving a dismissive hand. "I've got it all under control." "Let's hope so," Molly said, her gaze narrowing. "Because if we get caught, it's not just a slap on the wrist. We're talking serious jail time." Bill chuckled, seemingly unfazed by the prospect. "Relax, Molly. I've been doing this for years. I know what I'm doing." Molly sighed, shaking her head. "Just don't forget, the kids are the priority. We don't want to traumatize them or anything." "Yeah, yeah, I got it," Bill said, rolling his eyes. "No harming the little ankle-biters. Got it." "Good," Molly said, her expression softening slightly. "Alright, let's get going. Remember, ten minutes. No more, no less." The two thieves exited the van, their movements quick and efficient as they made their way towards the venue. Molly took a deep breath, her heart pounding with adrenaline, as she slipped through the east entrance, her eyes scanning the room for the pile of presents. Bill, meanwhile, crept along the west side of the building, his nimble fingers working quickly to bypass the security system. He grinned to himself, feeling the familiar rush of excitement that came with a successful heist. As the children cheered and giggled, their attention fixed on the game, Molly and Bill worked in tandem, scooping up the presents and stashing them in their bags. Time seemed to stand still as they moved with practiced precision, their minds focused solely on the task at hand. With just seconds to spare, the two thieves reconvened at the van, their faces flushed with triumph. "That was almost too easy," Bill said, his voice barely above a whisper. Molly couldn't help but nod in agreement. "I know. I almost feel bad for the kids." "Ah, don't worry about them," Bill said, waving a dismissive hand. "They'll get plenty more presents. Besides, this is all for a good cause." Molly raised an eyebrow. "A good cause, huh? And what exactly would that be?" Bill grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Funding our next big heist, of course." Molly couldn't help but chuckle at his audacity. "You're incorrigible, you know that?" "Ah, but that's why you love me," Bill said, flashing her a wink. The two thieves climbed into the van, their laughter mingling with the distant sounds of the children's party as they sped away, leaving the stolen presents in their wake.