Molly leaned against the rusty dumpster, her eyes darting back and forth across the dimly lit alley. Bill crouched beside her, fiddling with a small flashlight. "Are you sure about this, Bill?" Molly whispered, her voice tinged with uncertainty. Bill looked up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Come on, Mol. It's foolproof. Kids' parties are goldmines." "I don't know," Molly replied, biting her lower lip. "It feels... wrong." "Wrong? We're thieves, for crying out loud!" Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "Since when do we care about wrong?" Molly sighed, running a hand through her messy hair. "I guess you're right. So, what's the plan?" Bill pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. "Alright, here's the deal. The party starts at 2 PM. We'll sneak in through the back door at 1:45." "How do you know there's a back door?" Molly asked, raising an eyebrow. "I cased the joint yesterday," Bill replied with a wink. "Anyway, we blend in with the crowd, pretend we're somebody's uncle and aunt." Molly nodded slowly. "Okay, and then what?" "We wait for the perfect moment," Bill continued, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "When everyone's distracted by the clown or whatever, we make our move." "And grab the presents?" Molly asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Bill nodded enthusiastically. "Bingo! We stuff as many as we can into our bags and make a run for it." Molly frowned, crossing her arms. "What if someone catches us?" "That's where your acting skills come in handy," Bill replied with a smirk. "You pretend to faint, and I'll carry you out, presents and all." "Oh, that's brilliant," Molly said sarcastically. "And if that doesn't work?" Bill shrugged. "We improvise. Come on, Mol, where's your sense of adventure?" Molly rolled her eyes. "I think I left it in my other pants. The ones without holes in the knees." "Ha ha, very funny," Bill retorted. "Look, this is our ticket to the big time. No more picking pockets or snatching purses." "You're right," Molly admitted reluctantly. "I'm just nervous, I guess." Bill placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It'll be fine. We've pulled off tougher jobs than this." "True," Molly said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Remember the Great Donut Caper?" Bill burst out laughing. "How could I forget? You looked ridiculous covered in powdered sugar." Molly playfully punched his arm. "Hey, at least I didn't trip over my own feet and face-plant into the display case." "Touché," Bill conceded, still chuckling. "So, are you in?" Molly took a deep breath, then nodded. "I'm in. But if this goes south, I'm blaming you." "Fair enough," Bill replied, grinning from ear to ear. "Now, let's go over the plan one more time." As the two thieves huddled together in the alley, going over the details of their ridiculous scheme, neither of them noticed the small figure watching from behind a nearby trash can. Little did they know, their carefully laid plans were about to be foiled by the most unexpected of adversaries – a mischievous seven-year-old with a water gun and a fondness for practical jokes.