Molly looked around the mostly empty parking lot, her heart pounding with adrenaline. Tonight was the night. She turned to Bill, who was dressed head to toe in a brightly-colored clown costume, and flashed him a nervous grin. "Okay, Bill, this is it. We're really doing this," she said. "Yeah, Molly," Bill replied, adjusting his giant red nose. "And we're gonna be rich because of it." They'd spent weeks planning this heist, scouting out the location, and figuring out the best way to get in and out without getting caught. The target was a children's birthday party at a local community center. Bill had done some research, and he'd found out that the parents were always generous with their gifts, especially when it came to their little ones. "So, the plan is still the same, right?" Molly asked, making sure they were on the same page. "Yep," Bill nodded. "We're going to enter through the back door using these," he said, holding up a pair of bolt cutters. "Once we're inside, we'll sneak past the party rooms and into the gift-wrapping area. From there, it's easy-peasy. We just load up everything we want into this bag." He pulled out a large, black trash bag from behind his back. Molly smiled, feeling more confident now that they'd gone over everything one last time. "This is gonna be a breeze," she said, slapping Bill on the back. They started walking towards the back entrance of the building, trying to stay as silent as possible. Their hearts were pounding as they approached the door, but they knew they had to keep their cool if they were going to pull this off. Bill used the bolt cutters to slice through the chain lock securing the door, and they carefully pushed it open. They were suddenly hit with the loud sounds of children's laughter and party music coming from inside. Molly grabbed Bill's arm, worried that they'd been too late. "Don't worry," Bill whispered. "The party just started. Let's move." They slowly crept inside, keeping to the shadows. They listened intently as they made their way through the hallways, trying to figure out which way the party was. Finally, they heard the sounds of children's voices and music coming from one of the rooms down the hall. Bill and Molly exchanged glances, both of them nervous but determined. They tiptoed towards the door, bracing themselves for what was about to happen. They peeked around the corner and watched as a group of parents chatted happily while the kids played. "Okay, let's do this," Molly whispered. They slipped inside the room, careful not to make any noise. The parents didn't seem to notice them as they made their way towards the gift-wrapping area. Molly was amazed at how easily they were able to get past everyone. They quickly grabbed as many presents as they could fit into the trash bag, not bothering to sort through them. Just as they were about to leave the room, they heard a sharp intake of breath. They turned around to see a horrified mother staring at them from across the room. "Oh shi-" Molly started, but before she could finish her sentence, Bill was already on the move. He sprinted towards the back door, with Molly close behind him. They barely made it out before the parents caught up with them, screaming and shouting. They ran to the getaway car, which was parked in a dark alley. They threw the trash bag full of presents into the backseat and climbed in, both of them panting heavily from the stress and adrenaline. "Whoo! That was close!" Molly said, trying to catch her breath. Bill let out a nervous laugh. "I know, right? But we did it. We actually pulled off our first heist!"