Molly adjusted her beret, peering through the hedge at the brightly decorated community center. Inside, children's laughter mingled with the tinny melody of a nursery rhyme. "Bill," she hissed, "are you sure this is the right place?" Bill, sprawled on the grass beside her, squinted at the invitation clutched in his gloved hand. "Positive, Molly. 'Tots 'n' Toys Second Birthday Bash.' Sounds like a treasure trove to me." She shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. "You've got a strange idea of treasure, Bill." He winked. "Gold comes in all shapes and sizes, sweetheart. Besides, think of the look on their faces when all the presents vanish." Molly snorted. "That'll scar them for life." "More likely teach them a valuable lesson about the harsh realities of the world." Bill rolled his eyes. "Now, here's the plan. The party's in full swing, right? We slip in through the back door, grab the presents, and high-tail it out before anyone notices." "Sounds simple enough," Molly conceded. "But what about the parents? They'll be swarming around like angry bees." Bill patted the lockpick kit nestled in his pocket. "Leave the parents to me. A little charm and a lot of distraction, and they won't even notice we're there." Molly sighed. "You just love playing the charming rogue, don't you?" "It's a gift," he quipped, flashing her a roguish grin. She rolled her eyes again but couldn't help but smile. "Alright, let's do this. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Bill shrugged. "Fair enough. But let's be honest, we both know you're the brains of this operation."