Molly and Bill stood outside the colorful suburban house, gazing at the cluster of bounce houses and pinata trees. "I can't believe we're doing this," Molly chuckled, her blonde ponytail swinging as she shook her head amusement. "Stealing gifts from a kid's birthday party. How low have we fallen?" Bill adjusted his red bandana with a shrug. "It's all about opportunity, my dear. They say a good thief sees cash where others see chaos." He pointed to a group of excited children piling presents on a table. "And there's our goldmine." Molly raised an eyebrow, eyeing the crowd of unsuspecting partygoers. "Pretty rude to ruin a birthday, don't you think?" "What's rude?" Bill asked dryly. "Them buying more stuff they don't need, or us taking it?" Molly smirked. "Well, you have a point." She looked at her watch. "Alright, the mascot's about to arrive. Let's ready to rumble." As a man in a wobbly Dinosaur costume bobbed into view, the pair sprang into action. Bill made a show of helping the mascot set up while Molly crept behind the present table. With lightning speed, she stashed the gifts into her bag. A child's cry pierced the air. "Where are the presents?" Bill popped up, grinning. "Oh, I guess the dinosaur spilled blood of helium all over them! The gifts are ruined!" The anguished parents rushed inside, leaving Bill and Molly to escape with their loot. "That was fun," Molly giggled as they raced to the getaway car. "Can we do another one?" "Birthday or baby shower?" Bill asked. "Surprise me," Molly laughed.