Molly leaned against the flickering neon sign of the nearby arcade, her eyes scanning the children's party across the street. "Why do we always have to steal from kids, Bill?" she complained, adjusting her cat burglar mask. Bill, perched on the fire escape, snapped a twig between his fingers. "Because, dear Molly, it's the easiest mark. And the presents are always the best quality, you know? Better than stealing from some old woman's apartment." Molly rolled her eyes. "Old woman's apartment is more discrete. Kids, Bill. They're always watching." Bill chuckled. "That's the beauty of it, Molly. They're too young to notice a thing. We'll be in and out before they can even say 'Santa's coming'." Molly sighed, crossing her arms. "And what if we get caught? How do we explain stealing from a child's party?" Bill shrugged. "We'll say we're Santa's helpers, of course. You know, they'll be too afraid to call the police." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Santa's helpers? Really? You're going to use that line?" Bill grinned. "It's always worked before. Besides, it's a classic." Molly shook her head. "I don't know, Bill. This feels wrong. Children, Bill. They're innocent." Bill stood up, stretching. "Innocent or not, they have presents, Molly. Presents we can sell for a pretty penny." Molly hesitated, then nodded. "Alright, fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Bill laughed. "You always do. Now come on, let's get this over with. We've got a party to crash." As they made their way across the street, Molly looked back at the arcade. "You know, Bill, if this goes wrong, we could always just steal a bunch of quarters and hit up the machines." Bill looked at her, surprised. "And how would that help us pay the rent?" Molly smirked. "Well, it's not like we're stealing from the rich here, Bill. It's a children's party. We'll be doing them a favor." Bill laughed, shaking his head. "You're something else, Molly. Come on, let's go 'steal' some presents." As they approached the party, Molly took a deep breath. "Alright, Bill. Let's do this." Bill grinned. "Remember, Molly, we're just... Santa's helpers."