Molly and Bill huddled in the cramped alleyway, peering over a tattered map of the party venue. Molly's eyes scanned the layout, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan. We slip in during the piñata break-down, make our way to the gift table, and grab as many presents as we can carry." Bill rubbed his hands together, a grin spreading across his face. "I love birthdays. There's nothing quite like the thrill of stealing from a room full of four-year-olds." Molly shot him a sideways glance. "Focus, Bill. This isn't a game. We need to get in, get the loot, and get out without anyone noticing." "Notice? Ha! We're going to be the most popular kids at the party. Who wouldn't want to befriend the dynamic duo of present thieves?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Just keep your antics in check, okay? We can't afford to draw attention to ourselves." Bill held up his hands in mock defense. "I'm a professional, Molly. I've been practicing my 'who, me?' face in the mirror." Molly shook her head, a smile creeping onto her face despite herself. "You're impossible. Alright, let's get moving. The party starts in twenty minutes, and we need to be in position." As they made their way to the party venue, Bill couldn't resist asking, "Do you think we'll get any good stuff? I mean, we're talking four-year-olds here. The best we can hope for is a bunch of Finger Puppets and Candyland." Molly chuckled. "Hey, don't knock it till we try it, Bill. Who knows what hidden gems we'll find amidst the teddy bears and coloring books?" Bill snorted. "You're such a optimist. I'm just hoping for a decent LEGO set to sell on the black market." The pair reached the party venue and took their positions outside the door, donning their best 'concerned parent' faces as they prepared to make their entrance. "Ready?" Molly asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Bill nodded, his own grin mirroring Molly's. "Born ready. Let's go give those kids the best birthday surprise they'll never remember." As they burst into the party, Molly called out in her best ' frazzled mom' voice, "Oh no, I'm so sorry we're late! The traffic was just terrible!" Bill jumped into the act, clutching an imaginary forehead in distress. "We got lost in the ball pit, and I think we left our kid's present in the car..." The room erupted in commotion, with the party attendees' parents rushing to comfort the distraught pair. Amidst the chaos, Molly and Bill exchanged a sly wink – it was go-time.