Molly leaned against the wall outside the party venue, hands stuffed in the pockets of her sweater as she glanced at Bill, a smirk playing on her lips. Bill, holding a backpack, hesitated before speaking, “You’re serious about this, right? Stealing from a kids' party?” “Look, there’s a fortune in loot in there, Bill. This is the easiest score we’ll ever have,” Molly answered, winking. “What if they catch us?” Bill's eyes flickered around nervously. “My friend's got the goods. She’s a master of disguise. We'll blend in,” Molly answered matter-of-factly. “And how are we getting in without drawing attention?” Bill asked, his voice raised slightly. “You're the distraction. Enter as a lost relative or someone's dad, drops off the wrong gift, get the sympathy exit. I'll sneak in, and we’ll switch bags,” she explained. “How many gifts are we talking about here?” Bill asked, raising his eyebrows. “Ten to fifteen, small ones. But with the kindergarteners alone, it's a major haul,” Molly pointed out. “Kids can be unpredictable, you know,” Bill sounded unsure. “That’s why we've timed this perfectly, right before cake time, kids will be too busy shoving in their faces to notice,” Molly confidently replied. Bill paused for a moment before replying, “Alright, let’s do it, but if we get caught, it's on you.” Grinning, Molly responded, “Deal. Let's roll.” They exchanged a high five, ready to swing into action. Bill made his way to the entrance as Molly turned to their van, ensuring everything was in place for the quick switch. A few minutes later, their plan unraveled. The presents loaded in the van, they drove off, giggles filling the car as they marveled at their heist.