"Alright, Bill," Molly said, peering through the window of the children's party venue. "What's the plan?" "Simple," Bill replied with a grin. "We slip in when no one's looking, grab all the presents, and slip out before anyone notices." "But what about the kids?" Molly asked, concern etched on her face. "They're going to be heartbroken when they find out their presents are gone." "Don't worry about it," Bill said dismissively. "We're not here to ruin their party. We just want the presents." "But still," Molly persisted. "Don't you think it's a bit mean-spirited to steal from children?" "Molly," Bill said with a laugh. "We're thieves. It's what we do. Besides, it's not like we're stealing from charity or anything. These are just presents for a bunch of rich kids." Molly hesitated for a moment, torn between her conscience and the thrill of the heist. "Come on," Bill said, sensing Molly's indecision. "It'll be a piece of cake. And we could use the extra cash, right?" With a sigh, Molly nodded. "Alright, let's do this." Together, they slipped through the window and began gathering up the presents, careful not to make a sound.