Molly adjusted the pink tutu, her eyes scanning the crowded room. "I can't believe we're doing this, Bill." Bill snorted, his fake mustache quivering as he stifled a laugh, "You wanted to go big or go home, Mol. This is as big as it gets." "Seriously, though. Stealing presents from children? It feels...wrong." "Hey, we're not stealing. We're just borrowing them. Besides, these are rich kids. They'll have plenty of other toys." "But on their birthday? That's just cruel." "Ah, come on. Where's your holiday spirit? Think of it as a way to spread the joy. We'll redistribute the wealth, Robin Hood style." Molly rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Fine, but only if we give them to less fortunate kids." Bill placed a hand over his heart, "Deal." The party was in full swing, with laughter and screams echoing off the walls. Molly and Bill blended in seamlessly, weaving through the crowd of children dressed as superheroes and princesses. Molly scanned the gift table, her eyes narrowing on the largest box adorned with shiny wrapping paper, "There it is." "What is it?" Bill whispered, leaning in closer. "The motherload. No way that's not filled with expensive toys." "Okay, I'll create a distraction. You grab the loot and meet me at the exit." Molly nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. This was the moment they'd been planning for. Bill pushed his way towards the bouncy castle, knocking over a row of tiny chairs as he passed. "Oh no! I can't believe I did that! I am so sorry, kids!" The commotion caused a ripple effect, with children and parents turning towards the bouncy castle. Seizing the opportunity, Molly made her move. She darted towards the gift table, her eyes fixed on the large box. Just as she was about to grab it, a small hand reached out and wrapped around the other end. Molly looked down to find a little girl staring up at her with large, tear-filled eyes. "Please don't take my present. It's from my daddy." Molly's heart sank, and for a moment, she hesitated. She looked into the little girl's pleading eyes and saw the same innocence she remembered from her own childhood. "Molly! Let's go!" Bill yelled from across the room, breaking the spell. Molly's resolve hardened, and she swore under her breath. She couldn't let a little girl ruin their plan. With a swift yank, she pulled the box from the child's grasp and sprinted towards the exit. As she emerged from the crowd, she saw Bill waving her over. "Hurry up! We have to go!" Molly handed him the box, and they sprinted towards the door. "Did anyone see us?" she asked, breathlessly. Bill shook his head, "No, we're in the clear." They burst out of the building, laughing and gasping for air. "We did it!" Bill exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air. Molly couldn't help but join in, a grin spreading across her face. They'd pulled off the heist of the century, and it felt amazing. As they made their way back to their hideout, Molly couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that had settled in her stomach. The little girl's face kept replaying in her mind, and she knew she couldn't go through with their plan. "Bill," she started, her voice low. "We can't sell these presents." Bill looked at her, incredulous, "What are you talking about? We've come this far!" "I know, but it's not right. We can't take them from those kids. We'll find another way." Bill sighed, "You drive a hard bargain, Molly. Fine, we'll return them." Molly let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding and smiled, "Thank you." As they turned around to make their way back to the party, Molly couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. They may not have pulled off the biggest heist of their careers, but at least they'd done the right thing.