Molly clenched her fists as she stood by the window, her red hair falling into her face as she peered through the binoculars. "There are so many kids at this party, Bill," she muttered, sighing in annoyance. Bill walked up behind her and adjusted the binoculars to his eyes. "Don't worry, the children will be too busy to notice us," he assured her, giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Molly shook her head, trying not to come off as cynical as she'd just turned 19. "Yeah, but what if they're into present-guarding? Some of these kids are just way too smart for their own good," she quipped, her eyes widened as she spotted the presents piled atop the pool table. "I see what you mean," Bill admitted, narrowing his eyes at the intoxicating sight. "If we're caught, we'll be in a lot of trouble, and I'd prefer not having to mingle with angry toddlers any more than necessary." Bill's words brought some laughter from Molly. "Fine, we can do this under cover of darkness. It's a brilliant strategy." They left the spot, their hearts racing with anticipation as their plans for the heist came together. They were going to break into the children's party and steal all the presents. It wasn't going to be easy, but they were determined to give it their best shot. As they left the scene, their minds race with the possibilities of what the future held.