"I can't believe we're doing this," Molly said, shaking her head in disbelief as she and Bill surveyed the bustling children's party from behind a hedge. "Stooping to steal from kids..." "Now, now Molly, it's not like we're taking candy from babies," Bill replied with a sly grin, carefully adjusting his fake mustache. "We're professionals. Besides, these kids are loaded!" "Still, I'm not thrilled about it," Molly huffed. "Let's just get in and out fast, okay?" "Agreed," Bill nodded, scanning the area for potential witnesses. "Looks like the coast is clear. Let's move." The pair sauntered into the party venue, making a beeline for the gift table. Molly casually struck up a conversation with a parent nearby while Bill began stuffing presents into a large duffle bag. "Excuse me," a small voice piped up behind them. "What are you doing with those presents?" Molly and Bill froze, slowly turning to face a young boy with piercing blue eyes and a disapproving scowl. "Uh, we're just taking out the trash?" Bill offered weakly. "In a duffle bag?" The boy raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Right, well, we should be going now," Molly stammered, grabbing Bill's arm as they made a hasty retreat toward the exit. "Happy birthday, kid!"