Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge, the sounds of laughter and music from the party just a few feet away. "Bill, are you sure about this?" Molly whispered, glancing around. "Of course, I'm sure," Bill replied confidently, adjusting his hat. "We've pulled off trickier jobs than this." "I don't know, Bill. It's a kids' party. It feels...wrong," Molly said, twirling a lock pick in her fingers. "Come on, Molly. Look at it this way: those presents are going to be forgotten in a week. Think of it as recycling." Bill flashed a mischievous grin. "That's a stretch even for you, Bill." "Come on, think of the loot. video games, drones, gift cards—all ripe for the taking," Bill coaxed. "Just a few more minutes and we're in." "Fine. But if we get caught, you're explaining why we're stealing birthday presents." Bill chuckled. "Deal. Now, let’s do this." Molly shook her head but followed Bill as he darted towards the house. They slipped through the back door, carefully avoiding the eyes of the adults busy with the party. The present table was just ahead. "Alright, grab what you can and let's go," Molly whispered. "Got it. Move fast, Molly." In a flurry of quick hands and hushed giggles, they swept the presents into their bags. Just as they were about to make their escape, a chorus of tiny voices erupted in a birthday song. "Time to go, Bill!" Molly urged. "Right behind you!" They dashed out the back door, hearts pounding, as the sounds of the party faded behind them.