Molly was pacing back and forth in her dark apartment, her brows knit together in deep thought. She glanced over at Bill, who was lounging on her beat-up couch, watching her with an amused smirk. "What if the party is too small?" she asked, wringing her hands anxiously. "What if they're expecting us? We've only got one shot at this, Bill." Bill sat up and clapped his hands together. "All right, let's break it down. First of all, we're not stealing from kids. We're stealing from their parents. Secondly, we've got your old buddy from F.B.I. training tipping us off about their security measures. And thirdly, I say we just wing it. You worry too much, Molly." Molly rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at his confidence. "Fine, fine. Just remember, this is my gig, okay? You're just here for the ride." Bill grinned back at her. "You know it, kid. And speaking of which, we've got a few hours before the party starts. Why don't you show me around your old stomping grounds?" Molly hesitated for a moment, feeling a twinge of nostalgia for her former life as a children's party planner. But then she remembered the big payday waiting for them. "Okay, but let's make it quick. I don't want to be late for my own heist." They walked out into the chilly night air, Molly's apartment complex dark and quiet. As they stepped onto the sidewalk, Molly began pointing out different landmarks from her past parties. "That's where we set up the magic show last year," she said, gesturing to a small park. "And over there is where we had the petting zoo for the princess party." Bill whistled, impressed. "I've got to admit, you were pretty good at this. Made a wise career change, huh?" Molly scoffed. "Yeah, well, at least I knew how to organize a good party. Unlike some people I know." They continued walking down the street until they passed an empty playground. Suddenly, Molly stopped dead in her tracks. "You know what would be the perfect backdoor entrance for this heist? Over there." Bill eyed the dilapidated playground warily. "Are you sure that's a good idea? It looks kind of dangerous." Molly rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. This is hardly the stuff of nightmares." She pointed to a small opening in the fence surrounding the playground. "See that? It's a little hidden path. Perfect for sneaking in." Bill reluctantly agreed, and they made their way towards the playground. As they approached the opening, they heard a voice from inside. "Hey, guys! Wanna play tag?" They froze, their hearts pounding in their chests. A small group of kids was playing in the desolate playground, their laughter echoing in the darkness. For a moment, Molly and Bill looked at each other in horror. Had they stumbled upon a real children's party? But then they heard ringleader of the group, a little girl with patched-up overalls and a mischievous grin. "It's okay, kids," she said, waving her hands dismissively. "Don't worry about us. We're just here to steal all your presents." The group of kids erupted in giggles, and Molly and Bill breathed a sigh of relief. "Good save, kid," Bill said, ruffling the girl's hair. The other kids gathered around, curious about their new visitors. "What are you guys doing here?" the little girl with the patched overalls asked, her eyes wide with wonder. Molly and Bill exchanged glances, weighing their options. For a split second, they considered telling the truth. But then they remembered the hefty paycheck waiting for them, and the elaborate plan they'd put together. "Well," Molly said, clearing her throat, "we're here for your presents."