"Are you sure about this, Bill?" Molly whispered, peering through the cracked door of the brightly decorated children's hall. Inside, balloons bobbed and children shrieked with laughter. Bill adjusted his fake moustache, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Sure? No, Moll, I'm positively brimming with confidence. What could possibly go wrong?" Molly rolled her eyes. "I meant, are you sure we should be doing this? Stealing presents from kids? Isn't that a bit... low?" "Hey, these kids are rolling in toys," Bill protested. "Besides, it's not like we're taking everything. Just the best stuff. Think of it as redistributing the wealth, sweetheart." "Redistributing the wealth?" Molly snorted. "You mean, redistributing it to our pockets?" Bill winked. "Precisely. Now, quit stalling and let's get this show on the road. We've got a party to crash." He pushed the door open wider, and Molly reluctantly followed, her heart pounding in her chest. The sound of the children's games masked their footsteps as they crept across the room. "Look, Moll," Bill whispered, pointing to a pile of brightly wrapped presents stacked under a banner that read "Best Party Ever." "That's our jackpot." Molly eyed the presents dubiously. "Those are pretty big. How are we supposed to carry them out?" Bill flashed her a cocky grin. "Leave that to me. I've got a plan." He produced a roll of duct tape from his pocket and started taping two large presents together, back-to-back. "Brilliant," Molly muttered, helping him with the second pair.