Molly and Bill sat in their rundown van, parked a block away from the children's party they intended to rob. They had cased the joint the previous day, timing the security guard's rounds and identifying the weakest point of entry. Molly checked her watch. "Ten minutes until the guard's next loop." She whispered, her voice barely above a breath. Bill nodded, his eyes glued to the binoculars trained on the party. "Got the tools?" He asked, his voice equally hushed. "Of course." Molly patted her backpack. "Disguises, lockpicks, and an escape route all set." Bill lowered the binoculars, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Let's do this. Remember, no taking toys. We're after the presents. The big ones." Molly chuckled. "You want the presents that sing and dance, don't you? Okay, big spender. Let's bag us some loot." With a synchronized nod, they exited the van, blending into the crowd of parents dropping off their kids. As they approached the party venue, Molly put on a wig and a fake nose, while Bill donned a fake mustache and a hat. They walked in, Molly's voice filled with fake enthusiasm. "Happy birthday, little tykes! Let's get this party started!"