Bill, adjusting his glasses, looked at the invitation. "Aren't you afraid of the kids, Molly? They might cry and stuff." Molly smirked, "Oh, Bill, you're so dramatic. Besides, we're not here for the presents. We're here for the presents." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Then why are we breaking into a children's party? They're just little kids." Molly grinned, "Exactly. They won't expect it. And besides, who's gonna cry when they see us with their presents?" Bill sighed, "You're right. But what about the parents? Won't they be pissed?" Molly chuckled, "Pissed? Oh, Bill. You always think too much. We'll be in and out before they even notice." Bill nodded, adjusting his gloves. "Alright, let's do this. But if anyone cries, it's on you, Molly." Molly laughed. "Deal. Now, let's get these presents."