"What are you doing, Molly?" Bill whispered in the shadows, anxiously peering at the bustling children's party. "Just give me a minute!" Molly retorted, her eyes fixated on the colorfully wrapped presents, gleaming under the soft glow of the party lights. Bill shifted nervously. "We should've stuck to robbing banks." Molly, unflappable as ever, flashed him a mischievous grin. "Where's your sense of adventure?" Just then, a particularly boisterous round of 'pin the tail on the donkey' erupted, capturing everyone's attention. Molly signaled to Bill, her gloved hand already inching towards the pile of presents. But they had miscalculated - a small child, unnoticed by the pair, was staring right at them, wide-eyed and curious. Molly froze, exchanging a glance with Bill. "Hey, why does that lady have a bag?" The child's innocent voice rang out, shattering the thieves' stealthy charade. "Time for Plan B," Molly muttered through gritted teeth, as the sound of concerned parents swiftly descending upon them filled the air. Bill simply gulped and nodded in agreement.