Molly leaned against the wall, her eyes scanning the street for any signs of trouble. Bill sat on the wall's edge, his boots dangling above the pavement, a smirk playing on his lips. "So, you're sure this is the one, huh?" he asked, hitching his thumb towards the animated birthday party in progress. Molly nodded. "That's the place. They're gonna have all sorts of goodies in there. iPads, Lego sets, remote-controlled drones. It's like Christmas for us." Bill whistled. "And we're the Grinches stealing their joy." "No one's gonna miss a few presents, Bill. It's not like we're taking their food or anything." Molly's voice dropped an octave. Bill raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that? I saw some shoddy security on the way in. It's a miracle the piñata hasn't been yanked from the tree already." "Just part of the thrill, right? You know how it is." Molly flashed him a grin, her eyes mischievous. "Besides, I've got a plan." Bill's interest was piqued. "Oh? Do tell." Molly produced a small, intricately carved wooden box from her coat pocket, revealing a pocket watch inside. "I'll use this to distract the security guard while you snag the loot." Bill chuckled. "You expecting a security guard made of cuckoo clocks? The kid's parents hire professionals nowadays, Molly." "Don't worry," Molly assured him, "it still works, but it's the diversion that matters. While he's gaping at the time-keeping wizardry, you slip in and snatch the gifts." Bill sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. "And what about the kiddos? They'll be on high alert, no doubt." Molly giggled. "Leave that to me. I'll create a mini-riot in the backyard while you grab the goods." She grinned deviously. "All in the line of work, Bill." "Yeah, yeah." Bill stood, dusting off his pants. "Let's get this heist on the road, then." Together, they slipped into the shadows, the euphoria of a simple plan foreshadowing their impending chaos.