Molly and Bill huddled in the bushes outside the bustling children's party, their eyes fixed on the gleaming pile of presents. Molly's fingers twitched with anticipation as she whispered, "Alright, Bill, here's the plan. We sneak in, grab the loot, and make a dash for it before anyone notices." Bill scratched his chin, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Sounds good to me, Molly. But how do we get past all those kids without drawing attention?" Molly smirked, revealing a tiny remote control in her hand. "That's where my trusty toy drone comes in. We'll fly it in, snatch the presents, and be gone before anyone can say 'heist'." They exchanged a high-five, and Molly launched the drone into the air. It whirred softly as it hovered above the party, the children oblivious to the tiny robotic thief. Bill watched with glee as the drone descended towards the presents, its tiny claws grasping at the shimmering wrapping paper. "This is too easy," Molly whispered, her eyes never leaving the drone. "In a few minutes, we'll be sipping margaritas on a beach somewhere, counting our stolen loot." Suddenly, a little girl with a cotton candy-pink dress wandered away from the party, her eyes locked on the drone. "Look, Mommy! A pretty bird!" she squealed, reaching up to grab it. Molly's heart skipped a beat, and she hissed at Bill, "Abort, abort! Grab the drone and let's get out of here!" Bill sprang into action, darting towards the little girl and plucking the drone from her tiny fingers. He sprinted back to Molly, who was already retreating into the shadows. "Well, that was a close call," Bill huffed, stuffing the drone into his backpack. "But we didn't get the presents." Molly shook her head, her eyes still on the party. "No, but we've got something better, Bill. An idea for our next heist." The pair disappeared into the night, their laughter echoing through the streets as they planned their next caper.