Molly stealthily sidled up to Bill, her eyes scanning the crowded yard. The children's laughter was a cacophony of delight, but Molly's attention was focused on the presents under the tree. "Bill, you're sure about this?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din. Bill grinned, his eyes twinkling with a mischief that could only be matched by a man who'd spent years learning to take what he wanted. "Molly, love, we've done this dance before. Kiddie parties are our bread and butter. A few quick moves, and we've got more toys than a toddler's dream." Molly rolled her eyes, but she couldn't hide the smile that tugged at her lips. "You always sound so sure of yourself. What if something goes wrong?" Bill's smile widened, and he leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Then, we make it right. We're professionals, Molly. We don't leave any messes behind." Molly let out a soft groan, but she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins at the challenge. "Alright, let's do this. But if we get caught..." Bill cut her off with a sharp, "We won't. Now, move!" Molly nodded and slipped away, her eyes focused on the presents. As she moved, she could feel the tension in the air, the weight of the task ahead. She tried to push the doubts from her mind, focusing instead on the plan. She clambered onto the fence, scanning the party for any signs of trouble. There were too many guests, too many faces to remember. She took a deep breath, counting to five, and then, carefully, she dropped down onto the soft grass. Bill joined her, his eyes scanning the ground. "Alright, Molly. The plan is simple. We clear out the presents, we're gone. No witnesses, no drama." Molly nodded, her eyes fixed on the presents. "And when we're out of here, we have to make sure we get out of the city. I don't want to be here when they realize what we did." Bill chuckled, a sound that was low and rough. "Don't worry, love. I've got a ride lined up. We're out of here before they can even blink." Molly let out a soft laugh, the sound of the children's laughter fading away as they moved closer to their target. She could feel the thrill of the heist, the rush of adrenaline that only came with a job well done. And as they moved, their hands reaching for the presents, she knew that this was just another day in their life, a job they'd done a thousand times before. And yet, despite the familiarity, there was still a sense of wonder, a sense of excitement that never faded. This was what they did, and they did it well.