Molly leaned against the rusted dumpster, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She watched Bill pace, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Alright, Bill, spit it out," she said, blowing a plume of smoke into the air. "What's the plan?" Bill stopped, hands on hips, and stared at the brightly lit community center across the street. A banner stretched across the entrance proclaimed "Sophie's 7th Birthday!" in garish pink letters. "It's simple," he said, a glint in his eye. "We go in through the back, keep it quiet, and grab the presents. Easy." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Simple? You call breaking into a kid's birthday party 'simple'?" "Think about it, Molly," he insisted. "Everyone's distracted, the parents are busy, and the kids are too busy opening presents to notice us. It's the perfect opportunity." Molly sighed. "You've got a point, but what about security?" Bill waved a hand dismissively. "Security? Please. It's a children's party. Maybe a babysitter or two. We'll be in and out before they know what hit them." Molly considered this for a moment, then nodded. "Fine. But I'm driving the getaway car. You're a terrible driver, Bill." Bill chuckled. "Hey, I've gotten us out of some tight spots, haven't I?" "Only because I talked you through it," Molly shot back, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. They lapsed into a comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Molly pushed herself off the dumpster and adjusted the bag slung over her shoulder. "Let's get this over with," she said, nodding towards the community center. Bill grinned. "After you, my dear." They crossed the street, their footsteps silent against the pavement. The sound of laughter and children's music drifted through the open windows, mixing with the scent of cake and sweaty bodies. Molly nodded towards a door marked "Staff Only." "There," she hissed. "That's our way in." Bill nodded, and together they slipped inside the building. The corridor was dimly lit, lined with doors leading to various rooms. They moved silently, their senses alert for any sign of trouble. "This way," Bill whispered, nodding towards a door at the end of the hall. They pushed through, finding themselves in a storage room crammed with boxes and party decorations. Molly's eyes fell on a stack of brightly wrapped presents in the corner. "Bingo," she said softly, grabbing a box and tucking it under her arm. Bill chuckled. "Smooth as silk." They worked quickly, stuffing presents into their bags. The laughter and music seemed to grow louder, a constant reminder of their precarious situation. Suddenly, a door swung open, revealing a harried-looking woman carrying a tray of cupcakes. She froze, her eyes widening when she saw them. Molly flashed a winning smile. "Hi there! Just, uh, borrowing these for a minute," she said, holding up a present. "The birthday girl won't mind, will she?" The woman's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Molly grabbed her arm and steered her towards the door. "Don't worry, we'll be gone in a flash," she said, pushing the woman out into the hall. They heard her stumbling footsteps fade away as they disappeared back into the storage room. Bill raised an eyebrow. "Nice touch, Molly." Molly shrugged. "Just keeping things...professional." They finished loading their bags, then made their way back to the entrance, their bags bulging with stolen loot. Just as they reached the door, a voice called out, "Hey! Stop right there!"