Molly and Bill sat across from each other in their cramped apartment, their fingers tapping anxiously on the table as they went over their plan to steal the presents from a children's party. "I still can't believe we're doing this," Molly said, shaking her head. "Breaking into a kids' party? That's low, even for us." "Hey, we need the money," Bill replied. "And besides, it's not like we're hurting anyone. It's just a bunch of stupid presents." Molly sighed. "I know, I know. It's just... I feel bad about taking from kids." Bill rolled his eyes. "Come on, Molly. We're not stealing from a charity for orphans or something. These are rich kids who are going to get more presents than they know what to do with. They won't even miss a few toys." "I suppose you're right," Molly said, reluctantly agreeing. "But we still need to be careful. We can't afford to get caught." Bill nodded. "Don't worry, we've got this. We'll case the joint, find the best way in, and make our move when the party's in full swing. We'll be in and out before anyone even knows we were there." "And what about the security? Won't they have cameras or something?" "We'll deal with that when we get there," Bill said confidently. "We've got disguises, fake IDs, and a cover story. We're professionals, remember? We can handle anything that comes our way." Molly nodded, trying to convince herself that Bill was right. They had pulled off plenty of heists before, and this one shouldn't be any different. But somehow, the thought of stealing from children made her feel uneasy. "Alright, let's do this," Bill said, standing up and grabbing his bag. "We've got a party to crash." Molly took a deep breath and followed suit. She couldn't back out now, not when they were so close to pulling off the job. It was time to put on their disguises and get to work.