Molly and Bill sat hunched over a worn wooden table, a single dim lightbulb swaying above them. The blueprints for their next heist were spread out before them, the intricate details of their target glaring back at them. But this was no ordinary target. This was a children's party. "I still can't believe we're doing this," Bill muttered, rubbing his temples. "Stealing from kids? It's a new low, even for us." Molly shot him a glare, her bright green eyes narrowing. "We're not stealing from the kids, Bill. We're stealing from their parents. Those pretentious, overindulgent snobs who think they can buy their children's happiness." Bill sighed, leaning back in his chair. "I know, I know. But presents, Molls? Couldn't we just stick to jewelry or cash?" "No," Molly said firmly, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "This is going to be the heist of the century. Think about it – all those expensive, rare toys just sitting there, wrapped up in shiny paper and bows. It's a gold mine." Bill couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. "Alright, alright. So, what's the plan?" Molly leaned over the blueprints, her red hair falling around her face like a curtain. "The party is being held at the Grand Pavilion. It's a black-tie event, so we'll need to blend in. I've already got our disguises sorted – you'll be a clown, and I'll be a princess." "A clown?" Bill groaned, his face falling. "Do I have to?" "Yes," Molly said sternly. "It's the perfect cover. No one suspects the clown. Plus, it'll give you easy access to the gift table." Bill sighed, resigned. "Fine. So, I distract the kids while you swipe the presents?" "Exactly," Molly said, a gleam in her eye. "I've got a van parked out back. We'll load up the presents and be out of there before anyone even realizes what's happening." Bill shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You're something else, Molls." "I know," she said, winking at him. "Now, let's go over the escape route one more time..." The two thieves leaned over the blueprints, their heads close together, as they finalized the details of their most daring heist yet. Little did they know, the real surprise was yet to come. The next day, as they slipped into their disguises and made their way to the Grand Pavilion, they were greeted by a sight that made their hearts stop. The party wasn't for a group of spoiled rich kids – it was for the children's hospital. The presents they had planned to steal were donations, meant to bring joy to sick children. Molly and Bill looked at each other, horror-stricken. Without a word, they turned and walked away, their tails between their legs. Sometimes, even the most well-planned heists don't go as expected.