"Bill, I've got it. The perfect heist," Molly said, slapping a newspaper onto the table. "A children's party? Are you nuts?" Bill asked, reading the headline. "It's the mayor's kid, Bill. Imagine how many gifts there'll be," Molly exclaimed. Bill scoffed, "That's just cold. Stealing from kids?" "We're thieves, Bill. It's what we do," Molly said, rolling her eyes. --- Later that night, the duo perched on a tree outside the lavish mansion, watching the party in full swing. "Alright, Bill. The moment the cake is cut, we go in," Molly instructed. "Why the cake?" "Because, Bill, that's when everyone's distracted," Molly replied. They watched as the massive cake was rolled out. The crowd erupted in cheers as the cake was cut. Molly and Bill donned their masks, slinking through the garden towards the mountain of gifts. As they approached, a shrill voice halted them. "Hey, who are you?" A kid stood nearby, staring suspiciously. "Um, we're the party entertainers," Molly stammered. "I'm the fire juggler, and she's the tightrope walker," Bill added, gesturing at Molly. "Cool! Show me!" The kid clapped, causing Molly and Bill to share a nervous glance. --- "Bill, juggle something!" Molly whispered, frantically scanning the area for anything Bill could juggle. Bill, unimpressed, searched the surroundings before snatching a few lemons from the nearby bar. He began juggling, much to the delight of the kid. Molly breathed a sigh of relief before slinking off towards the gifts. --- "You were amazing!" Molly clapped Bill on the back as they loaded their van with the stolen presents. "Yeah, and now we're in a heap of trouble, Moll. We just stole the mayor's kid's presents," Bill said nervously. "Oh, come on, Bill. Lighten up. We've had tighter spots before," Molly grinned, hopping into the driver's seat. As they drove away, Molly hummed cheerfully. Bill, on the other hand, couldn't shake the feeling that this heist was going to come back and bite them. And maybe, just maybe, he was right.