"So, are we clear on the plan?" Molly asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "This is a children's party we're talking about. There will be kids running around, screaming, and crying. It's the perfect cover for our heist." "Yeah, yeah, I know the plan," Bill replied, rolling his eyes. "We wait until the kids are distracted by the clown, then we sneak in and grab the presents. Easy peasy, right?" "Exactly," Molly said, grinning. "With any luck, we'll be in and out before anyone even notices. Those rich kids won't even have time to cry about their stolen presents." "Ha! Their tears will be the least of their concerns. This is going to be the easiest score ever." Bill boasted, pounding his fist into his palm. "And with the money we make from fencing these toys, we can afford that vacation to Bermuda we've been dreaming about." "Oh, Bill, don't be so sure," Molly teased, elbowing him lightly. "You know what they say about the best-laid plans. Especially when there are kids involved; they're unpredictable and have a habit of ruining things. But that just adds to the fun, doesn't it?" "Unpredictable, schmunpredictable," Bill waved his hand dismissively. "We've pulled off tougher jobs than this. As long as we keep our wits about us, we'll be fine. Now, let's get going. The party starts in an hour, and we need to be in position."