Molly sat cross-legged on the dirty floor of her alleyway apartment, a bottle of beer in one hand and a sheet of paper in the other. Her accomplice, Bill, leaned against the walls, eyeing her scrawled notes with skepticism. "Are you kidding me, Molly?" he drawled, taking a swig of his own beer. "A children's party? You want us to break into a kids' party? To steal presents?" "Yeah, and what's so wrong with that?" Molly quipped, her eyes glinted with mischief. "It'll be a piece of cake. Those guards won't know what hit 'em." "The guard?" Bill scoffed. "Did you forget that it's gonna be a kids' party? Little Timmy and his gang will be running around like insane monkeys. How are we even supposed to get past them? Especially with a sack of goodies on our backs." "Exactly!" Molly laughed heartily, taking another sip of beer. "That's where the element of surprise comes in. We'll walk right in like we're birthday guests, then make a getaway once we've done the deed." "Easier said than done, babe," Bill grumbled. "If they catch us, we won't be able to explain anything. They'll think we're clowns." "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Molly replied, scribbling notes on her paper. "We could always use some silly costume to blend in. A bright red nose and some funny socks should do the trick." Bill groaned loudly, clearly uncomfortable with the idea. "Alright, fine," he said begrudingly. "But if something goes wrong, I'm holding you personally responsible." Molly shot him a mock glare as she finished up her plan, their conversation peppered with snatches of laughter and banter. Hours passed as they finalized their strategy, downing several bottles of beer and smoking cigarettes to sustain them through the long night. Finally, satisfied with their preparations, the two thieves rose and made their way to the scene of their heist. As they reached the children's party, they exchanged nervous glances before smoothing out their costumes – over-sized shoes and colorful wigs – and attempting to blend in with the eager crowd of kids and their parents. Tensions mounted as they drew ever closer to their target, Molly attempting to maintain a semblance of composure while Bill hid his nervousness behind crude jokes. And then, at the opportune moment – as the birthday boy eagerly tore into his own birthday present – Molly and Bill deftly swiped the piles of gifts and vanished, disappearing into the sea of guests and leaving chaos in their wake. As they made their getaway with their spoils, the once-happy party was transformed into bedlam. Parents rushed to console their crying children and search for the missing presents, all to no avail. Molly and Bill merely laughed to themselves as they stole away into the night, their bags brimming with stolen goodies and their hearts filled with the thrill of a successful heist. As their laughter echoed through the streets, two things were clear: Molly and Bill had pulled off an audacious prank, and they were having more fun than anyone at that chaotic children's party could ever imagine. And who knew - maybe, just maybe, they had caught the attention of some unsuspecting party-goers, who had just witnessed the birth of a dynamic crime duo.