Bill and Molly sat across from each other at a small, round table in the corner of a dimly lit pub. The rain pattered gently against the windows, providing a soothing backdrop to their clandestine meeting. They were a study in contrasts: Bill, with his lanky frame and unkempt hair, looked like he hadn't slept in days, while Molly, petite and precise, exuded an air of calm amidst the chaos of their plan. "So, let me get this straight," Bill began, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the array of colored pens and paper Molly had spread out before them. "We're stealing presents from a kids' party." "Yes, Bill, that's the plan," Molly said, her voice steady and assured. "And it's a brilliant one at that. Think about it: the parents will be too busy keeping an eye on the little darlings to notice us sneaking in and making off with the goods." "But a kids' party?" Bill protested, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. "Why not a wedding or an adult birthday? Those have better gifts." "Because, my dear Bill," Molly explained, leaning forward and lowering her voice conspiratorially, "kids these days are spoiled rotten. They get everything they want, and then some. Their parents go overboard with the gifts, trying to outdo each other. That's where we come in." Bill scratched his chin, considering this. "I guess that makes sense. But how do we even know where these parties are happening? It's not like they're advertised." Molly's eyes sparkled with mischievous delight. "Oh, but they are, my friend. They most certainly are. I have my ways of finding out. Let's just say I have a little bird who sings to me." "A little bird?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "Care to be more specific?" "Let's just say I have a friend who works in event planning," Molly replied with a sly smile. "She owes me a favor or two, and she just so happens to be in the know about these things. Information is power, after all." "Fair enough," Bill conceded. "So, we have the inside scoop on the party. What's next? Do we just waltz in and grab the gifts?" Molly shook her head. "Of course not. We need a strategy. We'll need to scope out the location beforehand, find the best point of entry, and plan our escape route. And of course, we'll need costumes. Something that will help us blend in with the crowd but also allow us to move freely." "Costumes?" Bill's eyes lit up. "Now we're talking. I've always wanted to dress up like a pirate." Molly rolled her eyes. "We're not dressing up as pirates, Bill. We need something more subtle. Maybe clowns or fairy-tale characters. Something that won't raise eyebrows." Bill's shoulders slumped slightly, but he nodded in agreement. "Clowns it is, then. I guess I can save the eye patch and parrot for another time." "That's the spirit," Molly said, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Now, let's get to work and make this the most memorable kids' party ever—for all the wrong reasons."