Molly and Bill sat huddled in their cramped van, peering out at the bustling children's party through a pair of binoculars. The sun beat down mercilessly on the vehicle, causing the air inside to feel like a sauna. Molly wiped the sweat from her brow and turned to her partner in crime. "So, this is it. The big heist," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You ready for this, Billy boy?" Bill, a tall, lanky man with a penchant for bad puns, grinned. "Ready as I'll ever be, Moll. Just let me know when you want me to make my move." Molly shook her head, suppressing a chuckle. "You know, sometimes I wonder how we ever got into this line of work. I mean, stealing presents from a children's party? It's like we're the Grinch and his sidekick, only less charming." "Oh, come on, Moll. Don't tell me you're getting cold feet now," Bill teased, nudging her with his elbow. "Besides, it's not like these kids NEED all these presents. They'll never miss 'em. We're practically doing them a favor." Molly rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling. "Yeah, sure. We're real Robin Hoods, aren't we? Robbing from the rich kids to give to the... well, to give to us." "Hey, we gotta make a living somehow," Bill shrugged. "And at least we're not boring accountants or something. I mean, can you imagine us sitting behind a desk all day, crunching numbers?" Molly shuddered at the thought. "No, thank you. I'd rather take my chances with a room full of sugar-fueled children any day." Speaking of which," Bill said, pointing towards the party. "looks like the coast is clear. Mommy and Daddy Warbucks over there are too busy trying to impress their friends to notice if a few presents go missing." Molly nodded, a determined look on her face. "Alright, here's the plan. You create a distraction—something loud and flashy—while I sneak in and grab as many presents as I can carry. Then, we meet back here and make our getaway." "I like it," Bill grinned. "I've always wanted to be the master of distractions. I'll give those snooty parents a show they'll never forget." With that, the two thieves exited the van, their hearts pounding with anticipation. Molly slipped on her mask, while Bill cranked up the volume on his boombox, blasting a particularly obnoxious techno song. The parents at the party turned in surprise, their jaws dropping as Bill began to dance wildly, his limbs flailing in every direction. Molly seized her chance, darting towards the table laden with presents. She grabbed as many as she could, stuffing them into her bag with reckless abandon. Just as she was about to make her escape, however, a small child tugged on her sleeve. "Excuse me, miss," the child said, her big eyes wide with curiosity. "Are you a pirate?" Molly froze, cursing her luck. "Uhm, yes," she stammered. "I'm a pirate, and these presents are my treasure." The little girl looked at her skeptically. "But pirates don't steal from children's parties. They steal from ships." "Well, times are tough," Molly muttered, making a mental note to brush up on her pirate mythology. "Look, kid, I need you to do me a favor and not tell anyone you saw me, okay? I'll give you this shiny bauble if you promise to keep quiet." The child considered the offer, her eyes fixed on the glittering object in Molly's hand. Finally, she nodded, her expression serious. "Deal. But you better not hurt any children with your treasure." Molly sighed, feeling a twinge of guilt. "I won't, kid. Cross my heart." With that, she darted away, race-walking towards the van. Bill, meanwhile, was still lost in his dance, his face red and sweaty. Molly grabbed his arm, pulling him back to reality. "Come on, Fred Astaire. Time to go!" Together, they tumbled into the van, Molly flooring the gas pedal as they sped away from the scene of the crime. Bill gazed out the window, watching the party disappear in the distance. "You know, Moll," he said softly. "Maybe we should think about getting out of this business. I mean, stealing from kids? That's kind of low, even for us." Molly glanced at him, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Yeah, maybe you're right. But for now, let's just enjoy our spoils, okay?" With a heavy heart, the two thieves began to sort through their ill-gotten gains, each lost in their thoughts. The laugh they once shared now felt hollow, a reminder of the cost of their chosen profession.