In the dimly lit alley behind the bustling town square, Molly and Bill huddled together, the cold evening air nipping at their noses. The moon was a sliver, casting eerie shadows that danced on the cobblestones as they prepared for their heist. "Alright, Bill, you're sure this is the right place?" Molly asked, her breath fogging up in the chilly air. She adjusted her gloves, the leather creaking slightly as she did. Bill squinted at the map spread out on the rusted fire escape. "Positive. I've got the address, the layout, and even the kid's maddeningly predictable birthday party theme. It's all good." Molly rolled her eyes, "Because nothing says 'safest party ever' like a 'Jurassic Park' theme." Bill chuckled, "At least it's not 'frozen' again. Though I'm not sure I could've pulled off 'Let It Go' with a toy gun." Molly smirked, "Well, it's not like you'd need to. We'll just sneak in, grab the presents, and high-tail it out of there." Bill nodded, "Exactly. We've got the right timing, the perfect distraction, and a plan that'll make even our old mentor proud." Molly checked her watch, "Alright, let's move. Remember, no heroes. No screaming kids. And if we see any of those little T-Rex toys, we're out of there." Bill grinned, "Deal. After all, we're not here for the good times. We're here for the presents." As they melted into the shadows, the sounds of the party inside the house grew louder, a mix of laughter, music, and the occasional scream. Molly looked at Bill, "You ready?" Bill nodded, "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's do this." They slipped through the dark window, their hearts pounding in their chests as they stepped into the party. The room was filled with the glow of the laptop playing the Jurassic theme song, and the scent of candy and cookies hung heavy in the air. They moved silently, eyes scanning the room for any signs of guards or security cameras. Molly leaned in, "Have you checked the map?" she whispered. Bill nodded, "The gifts are in the corner, tucked under a 'Jurassic Park' tree. It's a good hiding spot, but it's also the perfect place to strike." Molly smiled, "Then let's make them remember this party for all the wrong reasons." They moved silently towards the gifts, their breaths catching in their throats as they reached the tree. They began to unwrap the presents, their hands steady despite the adrenaline coursing through their veins. One by one, they placed the stolen gifts into their bags. Suddenly, a high-pitched scream echoed through the room. "Mommy!" Molly and Bill froze, their hearts sinking as they realized they'd been spotted. A small girl, no more than five, was rushing towards them, her eyes wide with fear. "You can't take my toys!" she cried, her voice shaking. Molly sighed, looking at Bill. "This isn't going to plan," she muttered. Bill groaned, "We've got to get out of here. Now." As they turned to leave, the little girl's voice cut through the air again, "You're not the first to try, and you won't be the last. But if you try to take my presents again, I'll make sure everyone knows who you are." Molly and Bill exchanged a look, a silent understanding passing between them. They turned around, their hearts heavy, and bowed to the little girl. "We're sorry," they said in unison, "But we've got to go." With that, they slipped out the window, leaving behind the party and the little girl's angry glare. As they disappeared into the night, they couldn't help but laugh, their laughter echoing off the cold stone walls. "We're never doing a kids' party again," Molly said, shaking her head. Bill grinned, "That, my friend, is a promise. But who knows? Maybe next time we'll do a heist at a library. Always good for a laugh."