Molly leaned against the brick wall, her breath visible in the chilly night air. She checked her watch for the fifth time since she'd arrived at the meeting spot. Bill, as usual, was running late. She tapped her foot impatiently, muttering, "If he's not here soon, I'm going to—" "Hey, hey, easy there, tiger," Bill said, materializing from the shadows like a lanky scarecrow. "I'm here, aren't I?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Just. Barely. What took you so long?" Bill adjusted his backpack, a smirk playing on his lips. "Picking up the essentials, of course." He opened the bag to reveal a mini crossbow and a set of lock picks. "You know, for the tooth fairy and all that jazz." Molly rolled her eyes. "Bill, we're breaking into a children's party, not a high-security vault. We need to be in and out before the cake is cut. No time for gadgets." "Relax, I've got it all figured out," Bill said, holding up a small device. "This bad boy is a universal remote for bouncy castles. One press and it deflates faster than you can say 'stealth'." Molly couldn't help but chuckle. "I can't believe you invented a bouncy castle deflater. Honestly, Bill, sometimes I wonder about your life choices." "It's a gift," he said, shrugging. "So, the plan?" Molly sighed, trying to focus. "Okay, the party's at the local community center. The parents will be in the main hall, distracted by generic party games and trying to keep the kids in check. Our target is the gift table, which is conveniently located near the exit." Bill nodded, his eyes lighting up. "And the presents?" "I've got a bag ready. We'll stuff it with presents, sprint to the car, and be gone before anyone realizes what happened. It's foolproof." "But what if we get caught?" Bill asked, his tone suddenly serious. Molly shrugged. "We'll improvise. But in all likelihood, the parents will be too busy dealing with sugar-hyped kids to notice two adults making off with loot." Bill gave a low whistle. "You make it sound so... not criminal." Molly laughed. "I mean, we're stealing from children, but it's for a good cause, right?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "The good cause of lining our pockets with toy cars and stuffed animals?" "Hey, I'm going to donate everything to charity," Molly said defensively. "Think of it as... redistributing party wealth." Bill nodded slowly. "Okay, I can get behind that. It's like a modern-day Robin Hood... but for kids' parties." Molly grinned. "Exactly. Now, let's go rain on their parade... in the most generous way possible." They crept along the side of the community center, heartbeats synchronized with anticipation. Bill glanced at Molly, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "You know, maybe we should switch to stealing cookies and milk next. Really lean into the whole kid-thief thing." Molly snickered. "If that's what it takes to get you to stop inventing bouncy castle deflators." They reached the window that faced the gift table, peering in cautiously. The room was full of laughter and the squeals of children running around. Molly signaled to Bill, and they set their plan into motion, ready to pull off the most unorthodox heist of their careers.