Molly sat across from Bill at the small café, picking at her omelet and trying to contain her excitement. "I can't believe we're really doing this," she said between bites. Bill shrugged, already halfway through his coffee. "It's just another job, Molly. Plus, think of all the loot we're gonna get!" Molly grinned and nodded. "I know, I know. It's just, you know, kids' parties always make me feel a little funny inside." "Awww, come on," Bill teased. "You're not going to break into a room full of seven-year-olds and start crying 'uncle' because you feel bad about taking their toys, are you?" Molly glared at him. "Of course not! I'm just saying it's going to be a bit different than our usual heists, that's all." "Well," Bill said with a smirk, "it'll be worth it when we load up our bags with enough Legos to fill a small country." Molly laughed; the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "Yeah, you're right. Let's do this thing!" They finished their meal and made their way to the house; a brightly-colored mansion on the outskirts of town. As they approached the front door, Molly took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. "All right," she whispered. "Let's go steal some toys."