Molly and Bill huddled behind a large oak tree, their eyes fixed on the colorful party decorations and the children's laughter echoing from the nearby garden. "Are you sure about this, Bill?" Molly whispered, her brow furrowed with doubt. "I mean, it's a children's party. It doesn't feel right." Bill scoffed, "Since when did you grow a conscience? These rich kids won't miss a few presents. Besides, we need the cash." Molly sighed, "I guess you're right. But let's make it quick and clean, okay? No unnecessary drama." "Absolutely," Bill agreed with a devious grin. "I've got the perfect disguise. We'll blend right in with the clowns and magicians." As they crept closer to the party, Molly couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. "What if we get caught? I don't want to spend my life behind bars for stealing a bunch of kiddie toys." "Relax, Molly," Bill reassured her, his voice low and steady. "I've got a foolproof plan. Trust me, we'll be in and out before anyone even notices." Molly took a deep breath and nodded, steeling herself for the heist. They darted towards the gift table, their hands poised to snatch as many presents as they could carry. "Ready?" Bill whispered, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Molly nodded, her heart racing. "Let's do this." <tool_call>