Molly leaned against the brick wall, watching as the children's party went on in full swing inside the closed building. The brightly-colored streamers and balloons twisted in the cool evening breeze, creating a kaleidoscope of colors against the darkening sky. She turned to her partner-in-crime, Bill, who was eyeing the festive scene with just a hint of greed. "So, we're really gonna steal all these kids' presents?" he asked, his voice laden with skepticism. Molly rolled her eyes. "Of course, we are. Have you seen how many toys Santa's leaving under that tree? This is the perfect time to strike." Bill huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's not like we're robbing a bank or something." Molly smirked. "Oh, but it is. We're robbing the happiest place on earth – a children's party. Now, let's get to it. The more presents we steal, the bigger our Christmas bonus will be." With that, she pushed herself away from the wall and started moving towards the entrance, her steps light and quick like a cat on the prowl. Bill followed behind her, his feet dragging against the pavement as he muttered under his breath about how this was a really bad idea. But, as he caught up to Molly, he couldn't help but feel a pang of excitement at the thrill of their impending heist. As they approached the door, Molly reached into her bag and pulled out a set of lockpicks. She grinned mischievously, her eyes twinkling in the dim light. "Let's see if we can open this box of leftovers without a ticket, shall we?"