Molly and Bill huddled in the dimly lit alley behind the community center, their eyes glittering with mischievous intent. The air was thick with the anticipation of their impending heist. "So, are we ready for this, Bill? It's a children's party, for goodness' sake. I never thought I'd be sneaking around to steal presents from kids." Molly's voice carried a hint of skepticism, but her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Hey, it's not the kids we're after; it's the loot. You should see the kind of gifts parents give these days. Expensive gadgets, the latest gaming consoles, you name it. This is an opportunity we can't pass up." Bill's voice was hushed but eager. "Besides, think of it as taking back what the kids stole from their parents' wallets. It's poetic justice." Molly grinned, her doubts momentarily forgotten. "You always know how to twist things, Bill. I'm in. Let's just make sure we do this swiftly and smoothly. No tears on those little ones' faces, alright?" "Absolutely, we'll be in and out before they even finish their cake. Here, wear these; I got them from the costume shop." Bill handed Molly a pair of colorful wigs and oversized sunglasses. "We need to blend in, at least until we get our hands on the goods." Donning their disguises, the duo sauntered toward the community center, where the party was in full swing. Laughter and the lively beats of children's music floated through the open windows. "Okay, here's the plan: we go in, act like we belong, and make our way to the gift table. We grab the goods and head straight for the back door. Our getaway car is parked just around the corner." Bill whispered as they approached the entrance, his eyes scanning the area for any potential hurdles. "Wait, how do we just 'act like we belong'? We're not parents, and we certainly don't look like we fit in at a kids' party." Molly's eyebrows knit together in concern as she adjusted the wig, feeling slightly ridiculous. "Oh, we'll fit in alright." Bill produced a couple of brightly colored noisemakers and party hats from his pockets, handing one set to Molly. "Just start dancing and making a ruckus. No one will question us once the fun starts." With that, they stepped into the community center, blending into the chaos of the party. Children ran and shouted, oblivious to the two thieves in their midst. Bill and Molly danced and twirled, noisemakers blaring, drawing attention away from their true purpose. Molly sashayed over to the gift table, her eyes scanning the array of presents. "Jackpot!" she mouthed to Bill, who gave her a thumbs-up. They lunged for the gifts, stuffing them into large bags they had hidden underneath their baggy clothes. Just as they turned to make their exit, a small voice piped up behind them. "Hey, those are my presents!" A young boy, no older than seven, stood with his arms crossed, a determined look on his face. Molly froze, her heart sinking. "Uh-oh."