Molly, a lanky redhead, was perched on the kitchen counter, swinging her legs like a metronome. She held a blueprint of the lavish Henderson estate, her eyes scanning the page. Bill, her stocky partner in crime, was hunched over the sink, scrubbing at a stubborn stain on his tie. "You sure about this, Molly?" Bill grumbled, his tie now a blotchy mess of blues and purples. "Stealing from a kids' party? Seems a bit... low." Molly rolled her eyes. "Come on, Bill. It's not like we're stealing their puppies. These are just toys. And you've seen the Henderson's house. They've got more money than God. They can afford to buy the kids new ones." Bill sighed, wringing out his tie. "I guess. But what if we get caught? We'll be the most hated criminals in town." Molly laughed, jumping down from the counter. "Relax, we won't get caught. We'll be in and out before the clown can make his first balloon animal. Now, look at this." She spread the blueprint out on the kitchen table, pointing at a large room on the second floor. "This is the game room where they'll be keeping the presents." Bill leaned in, squinting at the blueprint. "How do you know that?" "I had a little chat with the Henderson's maid at the grocery store. She was more than happy to spill the beans after I 'accidentally' knocked over her display of oranges." Molly winked. Bill chuckled. "You're terrible, you know that?" Molly grinned. "It's why you love me. Now, we'll enter through the kitchen door here." She pointed at the blueprint. "The party will be in full swing, so no one will notice. We'll sneak up the back stairs, grab the presents, and leave." Bill frowned. "What about the kids? Won't they notice their presents disappearing?" Molly shrugged. "They'll be too busy playing musical chairs and eating cake. Besides, we'll leave them a little surprise to distract them." She held up a small package wrapped in bright red paper. Bill raised an eyebrow. "What's that?" Molly smirked. "A little something I picked up. It's a glitter bomb. Once it goes off, the kids will be too busy cleaning up the mess to notice anything else." Bill laughed, shaking his head. "You're insane. But I like it. Alright, let's do this. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Molly grinned, clapping him on the back. "That's the spirit. Now, let's go make some kids very unhappy." As they headed out, Molly turned to Bill, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You know, I hear the Henderson's have a really nice silver collection. Might be worth taking a little detour..." Bill groaned. "Molly, no. We're already stealing from kids. Let's not push our luck." Molly pouted. "Fine, fine. Spoilsport. Toys it is." And with that, they disappeared into the night, ready to pull off the most ridiculous heist of their careers.