Bill leaned against the wall, staring at Molly with a twinkle in his eye. "So, you're absolutely certain this is a good idea?" "Just think about it, Bill," Molly said, her voice bubbling with excitement. "None of these presents have ever been touched or played with. We're talking unwrap-the-box-for-the-first-time new. Plus, the parents will be too distracted by the clown and face painting to notice us." Bill scratched his chin, considering. "It's outside the box, I'll give you that. But outside the box isn't always a good thing. What if we get caught?" Molly gave him a duh look. "We're professionals. We can handle a few screaming kids. Besides, the presents are full of cash and valuables waiting to be stolen. It's the heist of the year." Bill mumbled, thinking aloud, "Kiddie birthday party. It's like Ocean's Eleven meets Sesame Street." Molly elbowed him. "You're just nervous because we haven't hit a kindergarten graduation yet. But, trust me, this is a kids' party gold mine." Bill sighed. "Alright, you've convinced me. When do we strike?" "Now," Molly said, grinning mischievously. "We're running out of time, and the best loot is always the first to grab." As they nodded in unison, Molly disappeared into the shadows and Bill followed suit, their footsteps silent on the pavement, converging on the Un-Birthday Party at the local community center, ready to make off with the juiciest heist of their careers.