Molly and Bill sat across from each other at a small, round table in the back corner of a dimly lit pub. The rain pounded against the windows, matching the somber mood that had fallen over them. They were the best of friends and the worst of thieves, which meant their funds had run dry, and they were back to planning their next job. "I can't believe we're resorting to this," Molly sighed, running a hand through her short, cropped hair. "Stealing from kids, Bill? Really?" "Hey, it's not like we have a choice," Bill replied, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "We need the money, Mol. You know that as well as I do." Molly shot him a skeptical look. "Since when did we get so desperate? Last I checked, we had a few good scores under our belts." "Those were months ago, and you know we spent that cash quicker than it came in. This children's party is our best option right now. It's either this or we give up the game entirely and get real jobs." Molly scrunched up her nose in disgust at the mention of "real jobs." "Fine, you win. Tell me about this party. How many kids are we talking? And more importantly, how many presents?" Bill leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "It's a joint birthday bash for two kids turning six. Apparently, it's some big deal in the neighborhood, so expect a ton of presents. Easily a dozen or more." "A dozen?" Molly's eyes widened, and she sat up straighter in her chair. "That's more than we've scored in a long time." "I know, right? And get this—it's a costume party. All the kids will be dressed up as their favorite superheroes. So, we blend right in if we wear masks too." Molly's eyebrows furrowed. "Wait, so we're not just stealing presents; we're stealing from kids while dressed as superheroes? That's a new low, even for us." "Come on, Mol, don't be so dramatic," Bill said with a wave of his hand. "It'll be easy. We show up, grab the goods, and get out. No one will even know we were there." "What about the parents?" "Small gathering, just a few parents hanging around chatting. We time it right, and we're in and out before anyone notices." Molly paused, considering the plan. "Fine, we'll do it. But we're donating half the toy proceeds to charity. That way, we can at least tell ourselves we're not completely heartless." Bill grinned, his white teeth flashing in the dim light. "You drive a hard bargain, Ms. Molly, but it's a deal. Now, let's get to work. We've got a party to crash."