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Molly eyed the stack of wrapped presents piled high on the table. "So, Bill, you're sure this is the right move? Stealing presents from a bunch of six-year-olds?" Bill adjusted his black ski mask. "Trust me, Mol, this is the score of a lifetime. Parents go all out for these birthday parties. We're talking high-end toys, gaming systems, maybe even some jewelry. It's a gold mine." "But...the kids, Bill. They'll be devastated." "Devastated? Please. They'll get over it. And hey, maybe this will teach 'em a lesson about materialism." Molly sighed. "I don't know, it just feels wrong somehow." Bill put a hand on her shoulder. "Look, I get it. You're soft. But this is our shot, Mol. We case the joint, wait for the right moment, and then we make our move. In and out, quick and clean. What do you say?" Molly glanced back at the presents. "Alright, fine. But we're not taking everything. Just a few choice items." Bill grinned. "That's my girl. Now, let's go over the plan one more time..." They huddled together, Molly pulling out a crumpled sheet of paper. "Okay, so we'll wait until the clown starts his act. That should distract everyone long enough for us to grab the goods." "Right. And remember, no heroics. We're not here to hurt anyone, just to liberate some toys." "Libertate? Really, Bill?" "Hey, I'm trying to put a positive spin on things. Now, you take the presents on the left, I'll take the right. Meet back at the van in sixty seconds, no dawdling." "Got it. Left side, sixty seconds. I just hope those kids don't put up too much of a fight." Bill laughed. "Mol, they're six. What are they gonna do, hit us with their juice boxes?" The two thieves shared a chuckle, then pulled their masks down over their faces. Molly took a deep breath, trying to psych herself up for the task at hand. "You ready for this, Bill?" "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's go make some six-year-olds cry." With that, they burst through the door, shouting and waving their arms. The children screamed and scattered, dropping their party hats and noisemakers in their haste to get away. Molly and Bill made a beeline for the present table, stuffing gifts into their sacks as quickly as they could. "Ten seconds, Mol!" Bill yelled. "I'm going as fast as I can!" Molly shot back, her sack already bulging with loot. They grabbed the last few presents and sprinted for the door, nearly tripping over a crying child in their haste. The clown, who had been frozen in shock, suddenly sprang into action, hurling a handful of animal balloons at the fleeing thieves. "Nice try, Bozo!" Bill cackled as they dove into their waiting van. As they sped away, Molly couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. But then she looked at the pile of presents in the back and smiled. Hey, a score was a score. And besides, those kids would get over it. Probably.