"Bill, you sure this is the place?" Molly asked, her voice laden with skepticism. "Trust me, Molly, my dear, this is the jackpot." Bill winked, as they both surveyed the colorful banners and balloons that decorated the large mansion. "I dunno, a kid's party? I thought we were, you know, professionals?" Molly replied, fiddling with her black ski-mask. "And what better place to find unguarded loot than a room full of sugar-high children? Besides, we're after the presents, not the fondue." Bill chuckled, adjusting his thin mustache. "Alright, alright, but this better be worth it." Molly reluctantly agreed, trying to shake off her reservations. The duo walked towards the back of the mansion, where a long table was laden with gift-wrapped presents, waiting to be devoured by a horde of expectant children. "Alrighty, Molly, let's do the walk-and-talk. I'll distract the adults, while you make your way to the presents table," Bill whispered, before sauntering over to the crowd of chatting grownups. "Excuse me, fine ladies and gents, have you seen the little monsters... I mean, the little angels' piñata station?" Bill sputtered, his imitation of a frazzled parent fooling no one. "Yeah, Bill, great distraction. No one suspects a thing," Molly muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes as she slithered towards the towering pile of presents. "Um