The neon lights of the arcade flashed in Molly's eyes as she glanced at her partner Bill. "Alright, Bill. I can't believe we're seriously going through with this." "Yeah, I know," replied Bill, "but think about the potential rewards. Those presents have gotta be worth a fortune." Molly raised an eyebrow, a glint in her eye. "We're talking about a children's party here, Bill. What do we know about kids and their fancy toys?" Bill smiled smugly. "We might be amateurs when it comes to kiddie parties, but when it comes to stealing, we're pros. Besides, how hard could it be? Just sneak in, grab the loot, and go." Molly sighed heavily. "Alright, fine. We're doing this. But we'd better be careful. We don't want to end up in jail on account of some overgrown kids and their plastic garbage." The two thieves prepared themselves for the heist. Bill grabbed a black ski mask, black jeans, and a black hoodie. Molly followed suit, adding gloves to her outfit. They practiced their roles, with Molly acting as the lookout and Bill doing the stealing. As the time drew near, they made their way to the party. The place was abuzz with excitement, filled with raucous laughter and the sound of shrieking children. Molly hung back, keeping an eye out for any potential threats, while Bill slip inside. It was chaotic inside, with parents mingling, children rushing around, and balloons and decorations everywhere. Bill expertly weaved his way through the crowd, his eyes fixed on the gift table. There were piles of brightly wrapped presents, ranging from toys to video games. He waited for the perfect moment, when a group of kids were absorbed in a game of musical chairs. With a swift motion, he snatched up as many gifts as he could carry and made a quick exit. Molly was waiting outside, and together they made their way to their getaway car. However, things took a hilarious turn when they realized that their bags were filled not with video games and toys, but with stuffed animals and baby clothes. It seems the party was for a newborn. "Well, this was a waste of time," grumbled Molly. "Who steals from a baby shower?" Bill couldn't help but chuckle. "I guess the phrase 'stolen by two bumbling idiots' is taking on a whole new meaning. Maybe we should stick to heists with actual prizes." The two thieves shared a laugh and drove off, leaving the unexpected gifts behind. Despite the misadventure, they knew they could rely on each other for a good chuckle and a memorable story to tell. After all, that was the real treasure they stole – the joy of laughter and companionship.