Molly, her breath clouding in the frigid night, squinted at the brochure, "Kiddie Charmer's 5th Birthday Bash. Kids, candy, presents. The perfect heist." Bill, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, held up a pair of latex gloves. "And the perfect way to handle presents. No prints, no trace." Molly chuckled, "Think you can outsmart a one-year-old's smile? The presents are probably in the trunk." Bill leaned in, his voice a whisper, "The trunk? You've been watching too many movies. We're not stealing a car." Molly rolled her eyes, "Then where else would they put it?" Bill pointed to the house, "The gym. The parents are told to keep a watchful eye on the kids while they're at the trunk. It's the only reason we can get away with it." Molly nodded, "Alright, let's move. We've got a party to crash." They slipped into the party, the air filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. As they approached the trunk, Molly whispered, "Remember, Bill, no touching the presents." Bill grinned, "Don't worry, Molly. I'm more of a 'taking' kind of guy."