Molly and Bill stood in a dimly lit alley, their eyes eagerly scanning the horizon of a children’s party a block away. The hum of laughter and squeals of delight carried across the street, gradually fading into the comforting embrace of the night. “Do you really think it’s a good plan to sneak into a children’s party to steal all the presents?” Bill whispered, his voice barely a murmur. Molly rolled her eyes, her arms crossed as they moved closer. "Don't be such a spoil sport, Bill. A party, you say? Nothing can go wrong if we simply take advantage of the chaos. Kids, cakes and unlimited balloons," she stated with a charming smile. “I’m just nervous, that’s all,” Bill confessed, frustration lacing his words. He adjusted the bag slung over his shoulder, its weight settling further against his back. "Get over it and focus, Wimpman," Molly teased, a finger jabbed into his chest playfully. With an exasperated sigh, Bill shrugged her off. "Can we at least agree to be as silent as the wind? No mistakes, no exteriors." "The cat is outta the bag already, mate. And I don't make mistakes," Molly responded, her eyes dancing with humor, completely unperturbed. Bill glared at her, then smiled, acknowledging her cryptic tone. "Fine, let's do this. Just remember, I've got this whistle for emergencies." "Bet you wouldn't blow that whistle even if you were dying to hear Sesame Street on repeat," Molly remarked, chuckling as they approached the party. Bill couldn’t help but smirk, ready for their little adventure. Together, they would ride the wave of joy to find what lay hidden within the hearts of these innocent kids. The thrill of the heist was just their after-party, in their minds.