Molly and Bill huddled behind a large oak tree, peering through the branches at the colorful party tents set up on the manicured lawn. Children's laughter and cheerful music filled the air. Molly adjusted her ski mask and turned to Bill. "This is our chance," she whispered, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Think of all those shiny, unguarded presents just waiting for us." Bill fidgeted with his own mask, looking uncertain. "But it's a children's party, Molly. Isn't this a bit... low?" "Hey, we're thieves, not philanthropists," Molly retorted. "Besides, these rich kids won't miss a few gifts. They probably get more toys than they know what to do with." Bill sighed but nodded reluctantly. "Alright, what's the plan?" Molly grinned, lowering her voice. "We split up. I'll take the tent on the left, you take the right. Grab as many presents as you can carry, then meet back here. If anyone spots us, we'll just blend in with the clowns and magicians." "Clowns and magicians?" Bill gulped, looking even more apprehensive. "Don't be such a scaredy-cat," Molly chided. "On the count of three. One... two... three!" They darted out from behind the tree and began weaving through the party-goers, their eyes fixed on the prize. The heist was on.