"Molly, I don't know about this plan. Breaking into a children's party?" Bill ran a hand through his thinning hair, his eyes darting around the dimly lit apartment. "Bill, trust me, this is going to be the easiest job we've ever done. Kids are careless, and their parents are too busy enjoying themselves to notice two extra guests," Molly replied, examining her manicured nails. "But what if we get caught? We'll look like monsters stealing from children!" "We won't get caught, I promise. We'll blend in, grab the presents, and slip out before anyone notices. Besides, we need the money," Molly said, her voice taking on a steely edge. Bill sighed, knowing when he had been defeated. "Alright, alright. But I still don't like it." "You don't have to like it, you just have to do it," Molly retorted, her eyes narrowing. "Now, let's go over the plan one more time." They spent the next hour discussing every detail, from their outfits to their escape route. Bill was a bundle of nerves, while Molly exuded confidence. Finally, the time came to put their plan into action. They arrived at the party, donning brightly colored costumes and fake smiles. The music was blaring, and the room was filled with the chatter of excited children. Molly and Bill mingled with the guests, gradually making their way towards the mountain of presents. Bill's heart hammered in his chest, but Molly remained calm, her gaze never wavering from the prize. As the clock struck eight, Molly gave Bill a subtle nod. They moved swiftly, snatching armfuls of presents and dashing towards the exit. But just as they were about to make their escape, a small voice called out, "Hey, those are our presents!"