"This is crazy, Molly! We can't steal kids' birthday presents. That's like... the worst thing you could do." Bill shook his head frantically, his dreadlocks swaying back and forth. "Exactly, exactly! That's why it's the perfect heist, Bill! No one will ever expect it." Molly grinned, her eyes glinting mischievously. "But... but the kid will be so sad! We'll ruin their birthday!" Bill protested. Molly just waved her hand dismissively. "They've got tons of stuff there already. They won't even miss a few plastic trinkets." Bill hesitated, biting his worm-like lip. "I don't know, Molly... This just feels really wrong." "Lighten up, Bill! It will be hilarious! Imagine the look on their face when they see a bunch of stolen presents under their tree. It'll be the best birthday they ever had!" Molly cackled. Bill sighed. "Guess I'm in... But I still think this is a bad idea." "This is why I bring you along, Bill. To balance me out." Molly smiled, patting him on the head. "Now let's get out there and steal some children's happiness!"