"You're kidding, right?" Bill squinted at the flyer in Molly's hand. "A children's birthday party? What are we, sugar thieves now?" Molly grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Don't knock it till you try it, Bill. Think of it: mountains of unopened presents, all neatly wrapped and begging to be liberated." "Liberated? Molly, those are for kids. You want to steal from children?" "Relax, they'll never even notice. Besides, think of the loot! Lego sets, dolls, that new hoverboard everyone's talking about..." Bill shuddered. "I don't know, Molly. This feels a little...unethical." "Ethical? Bill, we're professional thieves. We break into places, steal things. That's our job description. Besides, imagine the look on their faces when their presents vanish. Pure, unadulterated joy!" "Joy? You're twisted, Molly. But you know what? I like it." Bill rubbed his hands together. "Alright, let's do it. Let's give these kids a present they'll never forget."