Molly paced the alleyway like a caged tiger, her leather boots kicking up little puffs of dirt. "I can't believe you talked me into this," she growled under her breath. Bill leaned casually against the wall, his hands in his pockets. "Relax, Mol. It's a kids' party. What's the worst that could happen?" He punctuated his question with a waggle of his eyebrows, his grin taking up his whole face. Molly snorted. "The worst that could happen? How about us getting caught, thrown in jail, and having to spend our lives locked up with a bunch of psychopaths?" She raked a hand through her short, dark hair. "Or maybe you'd like to end up on the receiving end of a shiv in the shower." Bill waved her concerns away with a dismissive hand. "Oh, you worry too much. We've pulled off bigger heists than this, and they never found out." He straightened up, pulling the collar of his jacket higher around his neck. "Besides, it's not like we're breaking into Fort Knox. It's just a kids' party at some suburbia house. Easy peasy." "Easy peasy?" Molly planted her hands on her hips, her cheeks flushing with frustration. "You make it sound like we're going to waltz in there, snatch up some presents, and waltz right back out again." Bill shrugged. "Pretty much, yeah. Except for the waltzing part." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of lockpicks, twirling them around his fingers. "We got the keys from the nanny, we know the layout of the house, and we've got the perfect disguises." He gestured at Molly's clothes, a sheepish grin on his face. "You're prettydamn convincing as a clown, by the way. I almost didn't recognize you with all that makeup on." Molly rolled her eyes, but a small smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Yeah, well don't let it go to your head. It's not like it's a permanent thing." She glanced at their surroundings one last time, making sure no one was around to catch them in the act. "Let's do this before I change my mind." Bill nodded, his face growing serious. "Okay, but remember the plan. We go in, we grab the presents, and we get out. No gimmicks, no deviations. We're not there for the party, we're there to score some easy cash." Molly gave him a curt nod. "Understood. Let's move." They slipped out of the alleyway, making their way towards the house. The sun had just started to set, casting long shadows across the quiet street. Molly took the lead, her boots barely making a sound as she moved. Bill followed close behind, his lockpicks ready in case they needed to make a quick escape. As they approached the house, Molly held up a hand, signaling for Bill to stop. She darted to the window, her eyes scanning the inside of the house like a hawk. "It's clear," she reported in a low whisper. "The nanny's gone. The coast is clear." Bill let out a sigh of relief, a tension he hadn't even noticed easing from his shoulders. "Then let's do this," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We'll slip in, grab the presents, and slip out. In and out before anyone even realizes we're there." Molly gave a curt nod, her eyes already darting to the door. "Okay. But if anything goes wrong, we run. No matter what." Bill swallowed hard, his heart rate picking up. He knew Molly was right. There was no room for error here. One slip-up, one single mistake, and they could end up spending the rest of their lives behind bars. But still, the lure of the money was too strong. It was a crybaby like this one that could see them set for life. And some nice presents for the orphanage. And maybe a little fun in between. "Let's do this," Molly whispered, her voice barely audible. Bill nodded, his heart hammering against his chest. "Let's take what we need."