Molly leaned forward, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Alright, Billy boy, listen up. We're going to hit the jackpot tonight." Bill raised a brow, intrigued. "What do you have in mind, Molly?" "A children's party, filled to the brim with presents. We sneak in, grab the goods, and make a clean getaway. Easy as pie." "A children's party? Isn't that a bit...low-hanging fruit, even for us?" Bill scratched his chin, skeptical. Molly grinned. "Trust me, this is gonna be our biggest score yet. Those kids are gonna be too busy enjoying the party to notice a thing." "I don't know, Molly. Stealing from a bunch of kids? That's a new low, even for us." Bill frowned, his conscience getting the better of him. "Oh, come on, Bill. Live a little! This is our chance to set ourselves up for life. No more scraping by, no more looking over our shoulders. Just think of all the loot we'll be walking away with." Molly leaned back, an expectant look on her face. Bill sighed, shaking his head. "Alright, alright, you twisted my arm. Let's do this thing." Molly clapped her hands, grinning from ear to ear. "I knew you'd come around. This is gonna be the heist of the century!"