Molly paced back and forth in front of the large, floor-to-ceiling windows of their hidden lair, lecturing her partner Bill, who was seated on a plush couch, sipping a lukewarm cup of coffee. "We need to get in and out undetected. We can't risk getting caught with a sack full of tantrum-ridden five-year-olds in tow." "I'm not worried, Molly. We've got a solid plan. We'll sneak in through the side door, grab the presents, and make a run for the getaway car while the kids are distracted by the=\"%quot; children's entertainment." Molly stopped pacing and turned to face Bill, her eyes narrowing. "You call that a distraction? Clown horn that noises?" Bill held up a hand. "Hey, it's effective, right? The kids will be laughing and having a great time, completely unaware of our presence." "That's exactly what I'm worried about. We need something more sophisticated. Something that'll keep them pacified and occupied while we do our thing." Bill shrugged. "I was thinking maybe we could bring in some extra entertainment of our own? You know, like a fake party game or something." Molly raised an eyebrow. "A fake party game? Bill, we're not kids already. Can't we just use our brains for once?" Bill chuckled. "Hey, I resent that. I have amazing brain skills. I can count to ten." Molly sighed. "That's not even a real skill, Bill." "Hey, it's a skill I've honed over the years through extensive practice. Okay, fine. It's probably not a great skill, but it's better than nothing." Molly shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm not sure I'm ever going to fit in with this...thieving business. We're stealing presents from party people. It's all so...soul-sucking." Bill leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "That's the best part, Molly. We're not just stealing presents. We're ruining children's lives. There's nothing better than that." Molly couldn't help but laugh. "You're such a bad influence, Bill." Bill grinned. "Hey, that's what makes me the best partner in crime." Molly smiled and padded over to join Bill on the couch. "Alright, what's the final plan? When do we strike?" Bill clapped his hands together together. "We strike tonight. The party's at 6 PM. We'll sneak in, grab the presents, and be gone within thirty minutes. Easy in, easy out." Molly nodded. "Let's do this then." Bill handed her the device that would unlock the side door and trigger the deactivation of the security cameras. "Just plug this in and we'll be golden." Molly took the device and plugged it in, the soft hum of it filling the room. She turned to face Bill, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Hey, Bill? I think we're in trouble."