Molly picked the lock on the supply closet and peered inside. "Bill, we're in luck. They've got all the presents stacked up in here." Bill's eyes widened. "You're kidding. All of 'em?" "Yup. And they're all unwrapped too. We can just grab 'em and go." "Wait a minute," Bill said, frowning. "This is a children's party we're talking about here. Are you sure we want to do this?" Molly shrugged. "They're rich kids. They'll just get more presents. Besides, we need the money." "I don't know, Molly. This feels...wrong." Molly rolled her eyes. "Fine. Then you tell me what we're going to do for our next heist. The boss isn't going to be happy if we come up empty-handed again." Bill sighed. "Alright, fine. But we have to be quick. And we can't let any of the kids see us." "Don't worry. I've got it all planned out," Molly said, pulling a roll of duct tape out of her bag. "We'll disable the cameras, grab the presents, and be out of here before anyone even knows we were here." Bill groaned. "Why do I get the feeling this is going to end badly?" Molly grinned. "Relax, Bill. This is what we do best."