Molly and Bill huddled together in their cramped apartment, poring over a crudely drawn map of the party venue. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly whispered conspiratorially. "You create a distraction by setting off the fire alarms, while I sneak in through the back and grab the presents." Bill scratched his head, looking puzzled. "But won't the kids be upset when they see their gifts disappearing?" Molly waved her hand dismissively. "We'll be long gone before they even realize what's happening. Plus, we'll leave behind a few cheap toys to keep them occupied." "I don't know, Molly," Bill hesitated. "It seems kind of heartless to ruin a children's party." "We're thieves, Bill. Heartless is part of the job description," Molly retorted. "Besides, these kids are so spoiled, they won't even miss the presents. Now, let's go over the escape route." As they meticulously planned their heist, Molly and Bill couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement mixed with guilt. They knew it was wrong, but the allure of the perfect crime was too strong to resist. With a final nod of agreement, they set off to execute their nefarious plan.