Molly adjusted her cap, her eyes scanning the perimeter of the brightly lit community center. "You sure this is the place, Bill?" Bill gave her a sideways glance, his bushy mustache twitching. "Positive. It's the Johnson kid's fifth birthday party. Saturday noon, packed with gifts." "And you're certain his parents are loaded?" "Millionaire techies. They probably bought him a pony," Bill said, smirking. Molly snorted. "A pony? Wishful thinking. Let's focus on the presents." She checked her watch. "We've got exactly fifteen minutes before the piñata." Bill nodded, pulling a pair of latex gloves from his pocket. "Always a good time to strike. Right when the excitement peaks." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You think the kids won't notice us snagging their loot?" "Please," Bill scoffed. "They'll be too busy bawling over their shattered piñata dreams." She grinned. "True. Let's do this." Walking briskly, they entered the community center, blending seamlessly into the crowd of parents and squealing children. Molly's painted-on smile felt glued to her face as she navigated the chaos. A sea of pastel balloons and streamers filled her vision. Bill, ever the charmer, was already making friends with a group of toddlers. She spotted the present table, a gloriously wrapped mountain in the corner. It was guarded by a frazzled-looking woman handing out cupcakes. Molly sauntered over, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. "Excuse me," she said sweetly, leaning towards the woman. "Is this the gift table?" The woman, her eyes glazed over from sugar and chaos, nodded eagerly. "Yes, dear. Would you like a cupcake?" "That's very kind, but I'm allergic," Molly replied, her eyes flicking to the table. "Just wondering, for my niece. She's... uh, shy." The woman nodded again, her attention already drifting back to the cupcake massacre. Molly seized the opportunity. She casually draped her coat over a pile of wrapped boxes, concealing them in plain sight. "Just taking a look," she muttered, her voice low and conspiratorial. Bill, ever the lookout, smoothly maneuvered closer, a child clinging to each leg. He made an exaggerated show of laughing at their jokes, his eyes never leaving Molly's position. Satisfied that her first target was secure, Molly scanned the room again. Her gaze landed on a gaggle of teenagers huddled near the refreshment table. They were too absorbed in their phones to notice her. She slipped back into the crowd, heading towards the beverage station. A stack of neatly stacked soda bottles caught her eye. Perfect. She grabbed a handful, stuffing them into her bag. "Hey! Those are for the punch!" a voice barked. Molly spun around, feigning surprise. She batted her eyelashes at a middle-aged man in a Hawaiian shirt. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't know..." The man huffed, snatching back a bottle. Molly shrugged apologetically and drifted away, her bag now bulging with stolen loot. "Nice," Bill whispered as she rejoined him. He was now juggling a balloon animal and a plate of cookies, the attention of his tiny entourage firmly focused on the sweets. Molly grinned. "Piece of cake. Let's get out of here before the piñata explodes."