"I can't believe we're doing this," Molly whispered, peering through her binoculars at the bustling party. "What?" Bill replied, nonchalantly examining his lockpicking tools. "We've stolen from museums, banks, and even the mayor's own mansion. This should be a piece of cake." "Yeah, but it's a children's party, Bill. There's got to be at least thirty kids in there. What kind of heartless monster steals presents from children?" Bill shrugged. "The kind that needs to pay the rent. Plus, these aren't just any kids—this is the Vanderhaven's party. Those brats probably have more money in their piggy banks than we'll ever see in a lifetime." Molly sighed, shaking her head. "Fine, but let's make this quick. In and out, no funny business." "Agreed," Bill nodded. "Now, according to my sources, the presents are being kept in a locked room upstairs. The door has an advanced security system installed by SecureTech." "SecureTech?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Aren't they the company that designed the lock for the National Treasury?" "The very same," Bill smirked. "But don't worry, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve." "You'd better," Molly muttered. "If we get caught, I'm blaming you." "Fair enough," Bill said with a grin. "Now, let's get moving. The party's in full swing, so we should blend right in." The duo quickly donned their disguises, Bill transforming into a jovial clown and Molly becoming a whimsical fairy. They entered the bustling party unnoticed, making their way through hordes of screaming children. "Remember," Molly whispered as they navigated the chaos, "we're here for the presents, not to entertain these kids." "Right," Bill agreed, resisting the urge to juggle for the enamored children. "Let's find those stairs." After what felt like an eternity, they finally reached the staircase. They carefully made their way up, avoiding the occasional stray child. As they approached the locked door, Molly couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. "Are you sure about this, Bill?" "Absolutely," he replied, pulling out his lockpicking tools. "Just keep watch and leave the rest to me." Molly nervously glanced around as Bill worked his magic. Finally, with a satisfying click, the door unlocked. Bill cautiously pushed it open, revealing a treasure trove of colorful presents. "Jackpot," he whispered triumphantly. Molly sighed, reluctantly helping Bill fill their bags with the stolen gifts. "Let's just hope karma doesn't catch up with us too quickly." "Karma's got nothing on us," Bill smirked as they exited the party, unnoticed by the oblivious guests. "We're professionals, Molly. Professionals with a pile of stolen presents and a rent-free month ahead of us." "I guess you're right," Molly admitted, unable to suppress a small smile. "But next time, let's stick to robbing adults, okay?"