Molly and Bill huddled in a dark alleyway, their backs pressed against the cold, damp brick wall. A small, flickering streetlamp shed a meager light on their faces, accentuating the greed in their eyes. The duo was plotting their most audacious heist yet: stealing all the presents from a children's birthday party. "Are you sure about this, Bill?" Molly whispered, chewing her nail nervously. "I've never thought of us as the 'ruin-a-kid's-special-day' type." Bill scoffed, adjusting his too-tight balloon animal hat. "Molly, for the last time, we're not stealing from the kids. We're stealing from their over-indulgent parents, who'll just buy them more stuff they don't need. Besides, think of it as redistributing the toys, spreading the wealth, if you will." "Yeah, but to a pawn shop?" Molly deadpanned. "Semantics," Bill waved her off. "Now, if you're done with your moral qualms, let's focus on the plan. We're caterers, got it? We sneak in with the cake, wait for an opening, and then," Bill mimicked making off with the loot, "we're out of there with more loot than we can carry." "This better work, Bill," Molly muttered, skepticism lacing her voice. "We've got exactly 30 minutes to get in, grab the presents, and get out before the first tears start flowing." "Piece of cake," Bill