Molly leaned back in her chair, sipping her coffee as she stared out the window of their seedy apartment. "Bill," she said, her voice thick with anticipation, "I've got the perfect job for us." Bill, who was hunched over the kitchen table, peering intently at a map, looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. "And what would that be, Molly?" "A children's party," she replied, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "We're going to steal all the presents." Bill's eyes widened in surprise. "A children's party? Are you serious?" Molly nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely. Think about it, Bill. There'll be so many presents, and nobody will suspect a thing. After all, who's going to suspect two grown adults of stealing from a bunch of kids?" Bill considered her proposal for a moment, then chuckled. "You've got a point there, Molly. Okay, let's do it." Over the next few days, Molly and Bill meticulously planned every detail of their heist. They scouted out the location, memorized the layout of the house, and even went so far as to study the habits of the children who would be attending the party. On the night of the heist, they arrived at the house dressed in black, their faces concealed by ski masks. They crept up to the back door, which they had left unlocked, and slipped inside. As they made their way through the house, they encountered no resistance. The children were all busy opening their presents, their parents too distracted to notice anything amiss. Molly and Bill moved quickly and efficiently, filling their backpacks with as many presents as they could carry. They were careful to avoid the main party area, and they even managed to avoid being seen by the birthday girl herself. Just as they were about to make their escape, however, they heard footsteps approaching. Panic set in as they realized that they had been discovered. But Molly, ever the quick thinker, came up with a plan. "Bill," she whispered urgently, "there's a closet over there. We need to hide in it." Without hesitation, Bill grabbed Molly's hand and pulled her into the closet, just as the door burst open. The partygoers poured in, searching frantically for the thieves. Molly and Bill crouched in the darkness, their hearts pounding in their chests. They could hear the commotion outside the closet, but they remained perfectly still, hoping that they would eventually be forgotten. And it seemed that their plan had worked. After a few tense minutes, the search party finally gave up and left the closet. Molly and Bill waited for a few more moments, then cautiously emerged, their backpacks still filled with stolen presents. They made their escape through the back door, laughing and high-fiving each other as they left the party behind. As they walked away, Molly turned to Bill and said, "That was too easy. We need to find a real challenge next time." Bill grinned and nodded in agreement. "You're right, Molly. But for now, let's enjoy our spoils." And with that, they set off down the street, their backpacks heavy with the loot from the children's party. As they walked, they couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of the shocked faces of the partygoers when they discovered that their presents had been stolen by a pair of daring thieves.