Molly and Bill crouched behind a cluster of inflated balloons, their eyes fixed on the bustling children's party. The birthday boy, a cherubic six-year-old, was busy tearing open a mountain of gifts, his shrill giggles punctuating the air. "Are you sure about this, Bill?" Molly whispered, her brow furrowed. "I mean, stealing from kids on their special day... it feels a bit low, even for us." Bill scoffed, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face. "Oh, come on, Molly. These kids are loaded! Look at all those expensive, brand-name toys. They won't even miss a few." Molly bit her lip, her conscience wrestling with her desire for a quick score. "I don't know..." "Listen," Bill hissed, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "We grab the presents, make a quick exit, and sell them online for a hefty profit. No one gets hurt, and we'll be sipping mai tais on a beach in no time." Molly hesitated for a moment before nodding reluctantly. "Fine. But we stick to the plan, okay? No deviations." Bill grinned, his teeth flashing in the afternoon sun. "Don't worry, Molly. This heist is going to be a piece of cake." As they crept closer to the unsuspecting partygoers, Molly couldn't shake the feeling that they were sinking to a new low. But the allure of easy money was too strong to resist. They were now just a few feet away from the presents, their heartbeats pounding in their ears. It was now or never. Molly and Bill exchanged a final nod before making their move. "Action time," Bill whispered, a wicked grin on his face. And with that, they lunged forward, hands outstretched, ready to make off with the spoils of their latest caper.