Molly sat across from Bill in a dimly lit café, a notebook filled with sketches and diagrams open on the table between them. The space buzzed with the chatter of coffee-fueled customers, but the two thieves were oblivious, focused solely on their meticulous plan. "So," Molly began, taking a sip of her latte, "we're breaking into a children's party." Bill nodded emphatically. "And it's going to be glorious," he said, his eyes lighting up. "Think of all the loot we'll get our hands on." Molly wrinkled her nose. "I didn't really consider that part. I mean, sure, I guess there'll be some nice stuff to steal. But what if there's a lot of kiddie crap?" Bill waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it. We'll take the good stuff and leave the rest." "And how do we decide what's good and what's not?" Molly pressed. "I can't exactly picture you trying on a princess dress just to see if it fits." "We'll have to improvise," Bill said with a shrug. "But trust me, once we see what's in there, we'll know." Molly sighed, grateful that Bill was so enthusiastic about their endeavor. She couldn't deny that the idea of pulling off a successful heist was thrilling, even if it was a children's party they were planning to rob. "Alright," she said, rubbing her hands together. "Let's go over the finer details. What's our entrance strategy going to be?" Bill grinned. "We'll go for the classic distraction method," he said. "You'll create a diversion outside while I sneak in through a window." "And what kind of diversion are we talking about?" Molly asked skeptically. Bill leaned in close. "I've been practicing my balloon animal skills," he whispered. "I plan on making a life-size giraffe for the kids. They'll be mesmerized." Molly couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the plan. "Okay, I'll bite. What about when we have to make our escape?" "That's the easy part," Bill said, his eyes twinkling. "We'll disguise ourselves as clowns and blend right in with the crowd." Molly raised an eyebrow. "That might actually work," she admitted grudgingly. They went on discussing their plan, mapping out every detail of the heist, from which doors to avoid to how to handle any unexpected visitors. As they talked, the more excited they became, their voices growing louder and their gestures more animated. More than once, they were asked to keep it down by unhappy patrons, but they paid no heed, too engrossed in their grand scheme. Finally, after what felt like hours of planning, they finished their drinks and stepped out into the cool evening air. Molly looked at Bill, her heart racing with anticipation. "So," she said breathlessly, "are you ready to steal some toys?" Bill grinned back at her, his eyes gleaming. "Let's do this thing," he said, and together they headed towards their mark, ready to pull off the heist of a lifetime...or at least, the heist of a children's party.