Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge, peering at the bustling children's party in the backyard. Colorful balloons and streamers adorned the fence, and excited laughter filled the air. "Are you sure about this, Bill?" Molly whispered, her eyes darting between the children and the pile of gaily wrapped presents. "What's the matter, Mol? Lost your nerve?" Bill scoffed, adjusting his ski mask. "It's just... it's a kids' party. It feels wrong." "Listen, those presents are just going to end up broken or forgotten within a week. We're doing these brats a favor." Molly hesitated, then sighed. "Fine. But we stick to the plan, okay? In and out, quick and quiet." "Of course, my dear partner in crime. Now, let's wait for the right moment." As the children gathered around the birthday girl for cake, Bill nudged Molly. "That's our cue. Let's move!" They darted from the hedge, swift and silent, snatching up armfuls of presents. Molly's eyes gleamed with glee as they retreated to their getaway car, leaving nothing but a pile of empty wrapping paper and confused children in their wake.