"This is a new low, even for us," Molly grumbled as she and Bill cased the children's party from across the street. "Stealing from a bunch of kids. We might as well put on a mask and call ourselves the 'Birthday Buzzkills.'" "Hey, it's not our fault these parents decided to throw a fancy party in the park, with no security and a treasure trove of presents," Bill countered, rubbing his hands together greedily. "It's an opportunity we can't pass up. Just think of all those expensive gadgets and toys—" "And the sugar rush from all that candy," Molly interjected, rolling her eyes. "Focus, Molly. We need to time this right. Any minute now, the kids will be distracted by the magician, and that's when we strike. In and out, like shadows." Bill whispered, rubbing his palms together in anticipation. "I still think we should've brought a bag of our own tricks—you know, a diversion. Maybe some sparklers or a little 'smoke bomb' action?" Molly suggested, twirling an imaginary mustache. "No, no. We keep it simple. We don't want to attract unnecessary attention. Now, on my mark, we move. Ready?" Bill asked, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of suspicion. "Ready," Molly replied, pulling her hat lower over her eyes and cracking her knuckles. The duo prepared to pounce, their eyes gleaming with mischievous delight.