Molly paced back and forth in the dark alley, her anticipation building with every step. Bill stood against the wall, arms folded, watching her impatiently. "I can't believe we're doing this," Molly said, her eyes darting around the shadows. "Stealing from a children's party? We're going to hell for this, Bill." Bill snorted and lit a cigarette. "We're thieves, Molly. It's not like we're starting a charity here. Besides, it's not like we're stealing from the kids. We're just taking the presents that their rich parents bought for them." Molly stopped pacing and looked at him. "You know I hate working with kids. They're little monsters, always screaming and running around." "Yeah, well, this gig pays well, and we need the money," Bill replied, taking a drag from his cigarette. "Now, come on. Let's go over the plan one more time." Molly sighed and walked over to him, her hands stuffed deep in her pockets. "OK, so we go in through the back door, avoid the security cameras, and head straight for the gift table. We grab as many presents as we can carry, then make our escape through the kitchen window." Bill nodded. "And make sure we're wearing our disguises. We can't risk being recognized." "Right," Molly agreed, pulling two ridiculous-looking clown masks from her bag. "Here, put this on. Let's hope these things don't fall off in the middle of the party." Bill rolled his eyes and put on the mask. "You know, we could just take these off once we're inside. No one's going to recognize us in a room full of screaming kids." "Are you kidding?" Molly said, adjusting her mask. "These rich parents will do anything to protect their precious little ones. We get caught without these masks, and they'll have our heads." Bill huffed but didn't argue. He checked his watch. "It's time. Let's go." Molly took a deep breath and followed him down the alley, her heart pounding in her chest. They arrived at the back door of the party venue and found it unlocked, just as they had expected. Bill slipped inside, with Molly close behind him. The room was filled with the sound of laughter and the smell of sweets. Colorful balloons and streamers adorned the walls, and a large banner reading "Happy Birthday, Emma!" hung above the gift table. Molly and Bill quickly made their way through the crowd of children, doing their best to avoid drawing attention to themselves. They reached the gift table and began stuffing presents into their bags. Just then, a little girl with pigtails and a bright pink dress wandered over to them. "Are you two here for the party?" she asked, her eyes wide with innocence. Bill froze, his eyes darting to Molly. "Uh, yes," she said, forcing a smile. "We're friends of Emma's parents." The girl nodded and pointed to a present on the table. "My mommy got Emma a really nice doll. She's so pretty." Molly smiled weakly and glanced at Bill. "That's nice, sweetheart. Now, why don't you go play with your friends?" The girl shrugged and wandered off, leaving Molly and Bill to continue their task. They filled their bags with as many presents as they could carry and made their way towards the kitchen. As they approached the window, they heard footsteps and froze. A moment later, a group of adults walked into the kitchen, laughing and chatting. Molly and Bill exchanged a panicked look. There was no way they could make it to the window without being seen. They quickly ducked behind a large industrial refrigerator, hoping the adults wouldn't notice them. The group of adults stopped right in front of their hiding spot, their voices carrying over the hum of the refrigerator. "Can you believe how much Emma's parents spent on this party?" one woman said, her voice dripping with envy. "I know," another replied. "It's like they're trying to buy their daughter's happiness." Molly rolled her eyes. Rich people and their problems, she thought. After what felt like an eternity, the adults finally left the kitchen. Molly and Bill let out a collective sigh of relief and made their escape through the window. Once they were safely outside, they removed their masks and started laughing. "That was too close," Bill said, wiping sweat from his brow. Molly nodded, her heart still racing. "Yeah, but we got the presents. Let's get out of here before someone realizes what we did." They hurried down the alley, their bags filled with stolen loot. As they made their way back to their hideout, they couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and exhilaration. They had done it. They had pulled off the heist of a lifetime, and no one, not even a group of snot-nosed kids, was going to stop them.