"I can't believe you're suggesting this," Molly whispered, her eyes darting around the dimly lit alleyway. "A children's party? Really, Bill?" Bill leaned against the graffiti-covered wall, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. "Trust me, Molly, it's a perfect score. Who would suspect anyone to steal presents from a bunch of kids?" Molly shook her head, the blonde curls of her wig bouncing in protest. "It's like taking candy from a baby... actually, it's taking candy from a baby! Don't you have any conscience?" Bill laughed and playfully nudged Molly's shoulder. "Come on, Mo! You know we have a code. We don't steal from those who can't afford to lose. Those rich parents won't even bat an eyelash. They'll just shower their spoiled brats with more expensive toys." "Well," Molly sighed, "I suppose it's better than that crazy scheme you had last week about robbing a petting zoo." "Hey! I still maintain that was a solid plan," Bill exclaimed defensively. Molly raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Oh, sure. I'd love to see you outrun an angry horde of llamas." With a chuckle, Bill conceded, "Alright, maybe not my best idea. But this one is different, Molly. Trust me. We can pull it off without a hitch." "You'd better be right," Molly warned, her lips pursed. "So, what's the plan?" Bill rubbed his hands together in excitement. "We'll blend in with the crowd, posing as a parent and their child. Once inside, we'll split up. You keep the party-goers distracted with some games while I locate and secure the presents." "And then we slip away unnoticed?" Molly asked, her skepticism slowly giving way to interest. "Exactly," Bill nodded. "Before anyone realizes what's happened, we'll be long gone." Molly couldn't help but feel a twinge of anticipation at the thought of pulling off such a daring heist. She smirked at her partner in crime. "You know, Bill, sometimes I think you're more suited for children's parties than actual adults." Bill feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "Molly! You wound me. I'll have you know that I am a professional, no matter the setting." "A professional goofball, maybe," Molly quipped. "Laugh all you want," Bill replied, wiggling his bushy fake mustache. "But when we walk away with our pockets lined and not a soul suspecting us, you'll be thanking me for my ingenuity." "We'll see about that," Molly said, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile. "Alright, let's get ready for this 'ingenious' plan of yours. We don't want to be late for the party, now do we?" "That's the spirit!" Bill exclaimed as they made their way out of the alleyway, their laughter echoing off the damp walls, mingling with the faint sounds of the bustling city beyond.