Molly, perched on the windowsill, surveyed the scene below. "Alright, Bill, we've got a room full of kids, a clown, and more presents than a toy store. Easy peasy." Bill, fidgeting with his lock-picking tools, looked up from his crouch. "Easy peasy? Molly, we're about to rob a children's party. There's nothing easy about this." Molly rolled her eyes. "Relax, Bill. We've pulled off tougher jobs than this. Remember the museum heist?" Bill sighed, "Yes, but that was before we decided to 'go legit' and only target 'ethical' targets." Molly chuckled, "And since when do you care about ethics, Bill? Besides, these aren't your average presents. They're designer, top-of-the-line, high-end gifts. We're doing these kids a favor. They'll appreciate them more when they're older." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding, right? They'll appreciate them now, Molly. That's the point of presents." Molly waved him off. "Details, Bill. We're here, we're ready, let's get this show on the road." Bill looked at his watch. "The clown's about to start his act. That's our cue. Remember, in and out, no mess, no fuss." Molly grinned, "You know me, Bill. I'm all about the smooth operation." Bill shook his head, "That's what I'm afraid of."