Molly crouched behind a bush, her eyes scanning the brightly colored banners and cheerful decorations that adorned the children's party. She turned to Bill, who was fidgeting nervously beside her. "You sure this is the right place?" she whispered. Bill consulted his notes. "Yeah, positive. The Smith's are throwing a birthday bash for their little brat. And rumor has it, there's gonna be some serious loot here." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Serious loot? At a children's party?" Bill grinned. "Hey, toys are worth a fortune on the black market. Plus, think of all the electronics. Video game consoles, tablets, drones... it's a gold mine." Molly chuckled. "Alright, let's do this. But we have to be quick. Time is of the essence." Bill nodded. "Agreed. You take the presents, I'll grab the electronics. Meet back here in ten minutes." As they made their way towards the party, Molly spotted a group of children playing with a remote-controlled car. "Ooh, that's a nice one," she said, eyeing it greedily. Bill rolled his eyes. "Focus, Molly. We're not here to play with toys, we're here to steal them." Molly pouted. "Fine. But if we happen to find a Nerf gun, I call dibs." Bill snorted. "Like you're gonna have time to play with it." They reached the gift table and quickly got to work, stuffing presents into their bags. Molly paused when she heard a shrill voice behind her. "Hey, what are you doing? Those are mine!" Molly turned to see a little girl glaring at her, hands on her hips. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I think there's been a mistake. We're here to pick up the presents for another party." The girl crossed her arms. "I don't think so. You're those thieves my mom was talking about." Molly gulped. "Thieves? What thieves?" The girl pointed to a flyer on the nearby wall. "That's you! Molly and Bill, the infamous toy thieves!" Molly cursed under her breath. "Bill, we have a problem." Bill looked up from his pile of electronics. "What is it?" Molly gestured to the little girl. "We've been made." Bill groaned. "Great. Just great." The little girl tapped her foot impatiently. "Are you gonna give back my presents or not?" Molly and Bill shared a Look. "Fine," Molly said, sighing. "We'll give back the presents." The little girl beamed. "Yay! Thank you!" As they returned the presents to the table, Molly turned to Bill. "We need a new plan. We can't risk getting caught again." Bill nodded. "Agreed. We'll have to wait until the party's over and then make our move." Molly glanced at her watch. "We only have a few more minutes before our ten minutes are up." Bill shrugged. "So we'll be a little late. It's better than being caught." They hid in the bushes again, watching as the party winded down. Finally, the last guests left and the Smiths began packing up. "Now's our chance," Molly whispered. Bill nodded. "Let's move." They snuck back into the party, grabbing as many presents and electronics as they could carry. But just as they were about to make their escape, they heard a shout. "Hey! Stop right there!" Molly and Bill exchanged a panicked look before taking off running, the loot in their arms. They managed to outrun their pursuer and made it back to their hideout, where they collapsed in a heap. "I can't believe we made it," Molly gasped. Bill grinned. "We may have gotten caught once, but we still managed to pull off the heist. We're the best toy thieves in the business." Molly laughed. "Damn right we are. Now let's see what kind of loot we got." She unzipped her bag, revealing a pile of colorful wrapping paper. "Wait a minute..." Bill frowned. "What is it?" Molly pulled out a present and read the tag. "To: Timmy. From: Mom and Dad." Bill groaned. "You've got to be kidding me." Molly opened the present to reveal a stuffed animal. "Looks like we're not the only ones who like to play with toys." Bill facepalmed. "Only you, Molly. Only you."