Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge, peering through the latticed fence at the bustling backyard. Colorful streamers fluttered in the breeze, and the shrieks of laughter from the children's party pierced the air. "Are you sure about this, Bill?" Molly whispered, her brow furrowed. "I mean, it's a kids' party. It feels... wrong." Bill scoffed, adjusting his ski mask. "Oh, come on, Molly. They're just presents. The kids will get over it. Besides, we need the cash." Molly bit her lip, hesitating. "But what if we get caught? I don't want to spend my birthday behind bars." "Relax, it'll be a piece of cake," Bill reassured her with a wink. "I've got the whole thing planned out. You grab the presents from the gift table while I keep an eye out. We'll be in and out in no time." Molly sighed, shaking her head. "Fine, but if this goes south, I'm blaming you." Bill grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "That's the spirit! Now, on my count. Three, two, one... go!" They burst from the hedge, sprinting towards the unsuspecting party-goers.