Molly and Bill sat hunched over a rickety table, studying a crudely drawn map of their next target: a children's birthday party. The air was thick with the scent of glue sticks and markers. "Molly, are you sure about this? I mean, stealing from kids?" Bill asked, his voice laced with uncertainty. "Relax, Bill. We're not taking anything they'll miss. Besides, these are rich kids. They'll have more presents than they know what to do with," Molly replied, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "But what if we get caught? I don't think I could handle juvie," Bill said, fidgeting with a plastic army man. "Juvie? Please, we're professionals. In and out, like ghosts. They'll never know what hit 'em," Molly reassured him, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Okay, so what's the plan?" Bill asked, leaning in closer. "Simple. You create a distraction, and I'll swoop in and grab the goods. We'll be out of there faster than you can say 'Happy Birthday,'" Molly explained, tapping the map with a marker. "What kind of distraction?" Bill queried, raising an eyebrow. "I don't know, use your imagination. Start a food fight, do a magic trick, just make sure all eyes are on you," Molly said, waving her hand dismissively. "A food fight? At a kids' party? That's genius!" Bill exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. "See? I knew you had it in you," Molly chuckled, patting him on the back. "But what about the parents? Won't they be watching the presents?" Bill asked, his brow furrowing. "That's where the cake comes in. You know how parents are with their cameras. They'll be so busy capturing little Timmy's first bite of frosting, they won't even notice us," Molly said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Okay, okay, I'm in. But what do we do with the presents afterward?" Bill questioned, leaning back in his chair. "We'll donate them, of course. To kids who actually need them," Molly replied, a hint of sincerity in her voice. "Really?" Bill asked, surprised. "Sure, why not? We're not total monsters," Molly shrugged, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Wow, Molly, that's... that's actually kind of sweet," Bill said, a newfound respect in his eyes. "Don't get all sappy on me now, Bill. We've got a heist to pull off," Molly chided, playfully punching his arm. "Right, right. Operation Birthday Bash is a go," Bill declared, grinning from ear to ear. The two unlikely thieves continued to plan, their laughter filling the room as they plotted their most daring heist yet. Little did they know, this children's party was about to become the talk of the town, and not just because of the missing presents.