Molly paced back and forth in the dimly lit hideout, her mind racing. "Alright, here's the plan. We're going to rob a children's birthday party tonight." Bill, her partner in crime, looked up from his beer with a skeptical frown. "A kid's party? That's our big score?" "This isn't just any party, genius. It's little Madison's princess-themed bash at the country club. Big spread, dozens of presents, parents drunk on bubbly. The ultimate mark." "And the security?" "Non-existent. Barely a baby monitor. We sneak in, load up the swag bags, and haul ass. In and out in five minutes." Bill shook his head. "Seems too easy. What's the catch?" Molly grinned impishly. "Other than melting candy and snot nosed rugrats? Pfft, nothing. You in or not, partner?" After a long sigh, Bill downed the rest of his beer and tossed the can aside. "I'm in. But I get first dibs on the Legos." "Deal. It's a date with high society. Make sure to wash behind your ears, ya big lug." Bill snorted. "Worry about your own hygiene, ya pig. I ain't jingling ankle bells with no stinky girl." "Buttercup, you smell like moldy gym socks and failure. Best douse yourself in cheap perfume like usual." "Shove it, you filthy tramp. You're no rose garden either." "Bottom feeders, don't forget your jewelry! Wouldn't want to be caught unprepared." Bill rolled his eyes. "Not without your Wonderbra, ya nasty hag." "Yeah, can't go titless when you're trying to steal Barbie dolls. Now shut up and help me pack the clown car. It's time to make like Krill and get our plunder on."