Molly leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping her coffee. "Bill, you're not going to believe this, but our next gig's a kids' party." Bill, caught mid-bite, swallowed hastily. "A what?" "A children's party. Balloons, clowns, the whole shebang," she replied, her tone flat. Bill shook his head. "You're joking, right?" "Nope. The intel says the presents are stacked like Fort Knox. We grab 'em, sell 'em, and live easy for a while," Molly explained, her eyes gleaming. "But that's low, even for us," Bill protested, his brows furrowed. Molly shrugged. "Hey, we're thieves, not saints. Besides, whoever hires a security firm for a toddler's birthday has it coming." Bill sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Alright, fine. But we're not hurting any kids, got it?" Molly smirked. "Course not, we're professionals. We'll be in and out before they finish their ice cream cake." He nodded, defeated. "So, when's the plan?" "This weekend. Let's go over the details," Molly said, setting down her empty mug. Bill groaned. "We're really doing this?" "Yup. Get ready for the heist of the century, or at least the preschool set," she grinned, flipping open a notepad.