Molly eyed the festooned mansion with gleaming eyes. "Bill, this is it. The motherlode of presents." Bill grunted, his weathered face screwed up in a scowl. "You sure about this, Molly? Breaking into a children's party? Seems a bit... low, don't ya think?" Molly threw her head back and cackled. "Low? Lower than robbing a bank, Bill? Besides, think of the loot! Toys, games, cash from those rich parents. We'll be set for months!" Bill scratched his grizzled beard, looking unconvinced. "But what about the kids, Molly? They're just innocent tykes." Molly rolled her eyes. "Bill, we're not stealing from the kids. We're taking from their entitled parents." Bill sighed, shaking his head. "Alright, Molly. But we're doing this my way. No loud noises, no rough stuff. We're in and out like ghosts." Molly flashed a wicked grin. "You got it, partner. Let's go get those presents." And with that, the two thieves slipped into the shadows, their hearts set on the ultimate children's party heist.