Molly and Bill huddled behind a hedge, peering at the bustling children's party across the lawn. Colorful balloons bobbed cheerily in the breeze. "I still think this is a terrible idea," Molly muttered, adjusting her ski mask. "Stealing from kids? Really?" "What's the matter, losing your nerve?" Bill teased. "Relax, it's not like they'll miss the presents. Spoiled brats probably get too many gifts as it is." Molly frowned. "Yeah, but...it just feels wrong, you know? Turning their special day sour." "Pfft, they'll get over it," Bill waves a hand dismissively. "Now come on, the coast is clear. Let's nab those gift bags before anyone notices!" They darted from the bushes and crept toward the pile of gaily wrapped boxes. Molly hesitated, suddenly struck by the grubby nature of their scheme. Children's laughter and joyous shrieks filled the air. Her resolve wavered. Bill grabbed an armload of presents and stuffed them into his sack. "Hurry up, slowpoke!" he hissed. "We've got a haul to make!" Molly's guilty conscience battled her greed. She waffled, knowing they were crossing a line. Hurting innocent kids went against everything she stood for. But the lure of easy loot proved too strong to resist... With a sigh, she snatched up a stack of gifts and followed Bill as they slunk away to make their escape.