Molly and Bill sat in the dimly lit room, huddled over a map of the neighborhood. The smell of stale coffee and old pizza hung in the air as they planned their next heist. Their target: a children's party, brimming with expensive toys and unattended gifts. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly began, her voice low and determined. "We'll sneak in during the chaos of the party, grab as many presents as we can, and make a quick getaway before anyone notices." Bill snorted, scratching his scruffy beard. "Easy for you to say, Molly. You've got the charm of a siren. I'm the one who'll stick out like a sore thumb." Molly rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "Oh, stop complaining, Bill. You're the muscle, remember? You're the one who'll keep any snoopy parents at bay while I collect the loot." "Yeah, yeah," Bill grumbled, "but what about the kid? The birthday kid, I mean. We can't just steal all their presents." Molly's eyes narrowed, and she leaned in close to Bill. "Listen, we are not here to make friends or be heroes. We're thieves, and our job is to take what we can and get out. No attachments, remember?" Bill sighed, knowing Molly was right. "Fine, but I still don't like it." The day of the party arrived, and Molly and Bill found themselves lurking outside the brightly decorated house. Balloons and streamers adorned the front yard, and the sound of laughter and music spilled out onto the street. "Showtime," Molly whispered, giving Bill a reassuring pat on the shoulder. They made their way into the party, blending in with the crowd of excited children and chatty parents. As they weaved their way through the bustling room, Molly subtly scanned the area for the unattended presents. Bill, on the other hand, stood by the door, a menacing scowl on his face, ready to intimidate anyone who dared to question their presence. Molly's eyes fell upon the impressive pile of gifts stacked beside the birthday child's throne. With a quick glance around, she made her move, gracefully swiping a handful of presents and slipping them into her oversized purse. "What do you think you're doing?" An angry voice rang out, causing Molly's heart to skip a beat. She turned to face a furious-looking mother, her hands on her hips, and her eyes blazing with indignation. "I... um... I thought these were for the gift exchange," Molly stammered, trying her best to look innocent. The mother's expression softened, and she let out a sigh. "Oh, I see. Well, no, these are for little Timmy. But, if you want to participate in the gift exchange, you can put your present over there." She pointed to a small table in the corner, already piled high with brightly wrapped gifts. Molly forced a smile, whispering a quick apology before making her way over to the table. She discreetly tucked her purse underneath the tablecloth, ensuring the stolen presents were hidden from view. With the heist almost complete, Molly gestured for Bill to meet her outside. As he made his way through the crowd, he caught sight of the birthday child, surrounded by friends and family, their face alight with joy. For a moment, Bill hesitated. He remembered his own childhood birthdays, spent alone in a dingy apartment with only a stale cupcake to celebrate. But then he thought of Molly, waiting outside with the stolen loot, and he steeled himself for the task at hand. Molly and Bill slipped away from the party unnoticed, their hearts pounding with a mixture of excitement and guilt. As they made their way back to their hideout, they couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness for the children they'd robbed, but they quickly pushed those feelings aside. "You know, Molly," Bill began, as they settled into their lair, their haul spread out before them, "I don't think I can do this anymore. It's one thing to steal from grown-ups, but robbing kids of their birthday presents... it's just not right." Molly looked up from counting their spoils, a frown creasing her brow. "You're right, Bill. It's not right," she sighed. "But what choice do we have? We're thieves, and we've got to make a living somehow." Bill shook his head, his expression resolute. "No, there has to be another way. From now on, we're only stealing from the rich and greedy. No more kids' parties, no more robbing the innocent." Molly stared at Bill for a long moment, her eyes searching his face. Finally, she nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "You're right, Bill. We're better than that. From now on, we're only stealing from the bad guys." And with that, Molly and Bill embarked on a new kind of heist – one that would see them stealing from the wealthy and corrupt, and using their ill-gotten gains to help those in need. They may have started out as ordinary thieves, but they soon became known as the most unlikely of heroes – the Robin Hoods of the criminal underworld.