Molly fidgeted with her lock picks as she glanced at Bill across the dimly lit alley. "So, you got the layout memorized?" she whispered. Bill nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Like the back of my hand. Those kiddies won't know what hit 'em." "Remember, we're after the presents, not the cake," Molly reminded him sternly. "Aw, come on! Can't we have a little fun?" Bill whined. Molly rolled her eyes. "This is serious business. We're professionals, not sugar-crazed toddlers." "Speak for yourself," Bill muttered. "Focus, Bill. How many guards did you count?" "Guards? It's a children's party, not Fort Knox!" "Parents, Bill. How many parents?" "Oh, right. About a dozen, give or take a tantrum or two." Molly sighed. "And the target?" "In the living room, next to the bouncy castle." "Perfect. Ready to make some dreams come true? Ours, not theirs, of course." Bill chuckled. "Let's crash this party." With a shared nod, they crept towards the unsuspecting house, ready to pull off the heist of the playground.