Molly leaned back in her chair, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she regarded her partner-in-crime, Bill. "Alright, partner, I've got the perfect plan to make us rich. How do you feel about crashing a kids' birthday party?" Bill raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a wry smile. "A kids' party, huh? Sounds like a piece of cake. What did you have in mind?" "Well, you know those rich snobs who throw these lavish affairs, right? They're loaded with expensive gifts just begging to be snatched. And the best part? No one would ever suspect a couple of thieves to hit up a children's party. It's the perfect crime!" "I don't know, Molly. Stealing from a bunch of kids doesn't exactly sit well with me. Aren't we supposed to have some sort of moral code or something?" Molly scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "Moral code, schmoral code. This is our chance to hit the mother lode, Bill. Think about it – designer toys, the latest tech gadgets, maybe even a few rare collectibles. We could be swimming in dough by the end of the night." Bill hesitated, his brow furrowed in thought. "I don't know, Molly. It just feels... wrong, you know? I mean, what if there's a kid who's really been looking forward to that one special gift?" "Oh, come on, Bill. Don't be such a softy. These kids have more than enough already. What's a few missing presents to them, huh? Besides, it's not like they'll be the ones paying for it. Their parents are the real suckers here." "I don't know, Molly. I just can't shake the feeling that we'd be shattering some kid's dreams. Isn't that a bit much, even for us?" Molly rolled her eyes and leaned forward, her expression turning serious. "Look, Bill, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We're talking about a massive payday here – enough to set us up for life. Are you really going to let a few snot-nosed brats stand in the way of that?" Bill chewed on his lower lip, clearly conflicted. "I don't know, Molly. I just can't get past the idea of stealing from a bunch of kids. It just feels... I don't know, wrong, I guess." Molly let out a frustrated sigh and reached across the table, grasping Bill's hand. "Hey, listen, partner. I know you've got a heart of gold, but you've gotta look at the big picture here. This is our chance to change our lives, to never have to worry about money again. Isn't that worth a few hurt feelings?" Bill met Molly's gaze, his expression softening. "I... I suppose you've got a point. But I still don't like the idea of crushing some kid's dreams, even if they are rich." Molly gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry, Bill. We'll make sure those brats never even know what hit 'em. It'll be in and out, just like that. What do you say, partner?" After a moment of hesitation, Bill nodded reluctantly. "Alright, Molly. Let's do it. But I swear, if I see one heartbroken kid, we're out of there, no questions asked." Molly's face lit up with a triumphant grin. "That's my boy! Alright, let's get to work. This is gonna be the heist of a lifetime!"