"Molly, look at this," Bill said, pointing at the flyer for 'Bobbie's Big Bash' tacked to the community board. "A children's party? We're not monsters, Bill," Molly scoffed, crossing her arms. "Not the party, Molly," Bill chuckled. "The presents. Hundreds of them, all in one place. Think about it." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You want to steal from children? That's a new low, even for us." Bill shrugged. "We're not stealing from the kids, Molly. We're just... borrowing. We'll return them once we figure out what's inside." "And what if we can't return them?" Molly asked skeptically. "Then we replace them with something better. It's a win-win situation, Molly. We get our loot, and the kids get a mystery present. Plus, think of the chaos. It'll be the most memorable party ever." Molly sighed, but a mischievous grin slowly spread across her face. "Alright, Bill. But if any kid cries, we're out of there." "Deal, Molly. Operation Birthday Bash is a go."