Molly leaned in, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Alright, so we've got a children's birthday party to hit tonight. Eleven o'clock at the community center. Moms will be distracted by the cake, dads will be preoccupied with the pinata, and the little rascals will be too busy chasing each other around to notice us." Bill raised an eyebrow, letting out a low whistle. "Seems like a plan. And we're stealing what exactly, if I might inquire?" "Presents, naturally," Molly replied, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "All those shiny, new toys and gadgets. Enough to make even the most discerning thief's heart race." "But won't it be a bit...childish?" Bill asked, an amused tone creeping into his voice. "No such thing as childishness when there's profit involved," Molly quipped, rolling her eyes. "Besides, where's the fun in stealing from the high-end art auctions or corporate conglomerates? It's all so...predictable. This? This is what I call a challenge." Bill laughed, clapping Molly on the back. "Alright then, let's do it. What's the game plan?" "One of us goes in first - you're getting the velvet suit and fake beard, by the way. You distract the parents with some sugar-induced song and dance, while I slip into the party and grab the goods. Easy peasy." "And then?" "Then we make our escape, of course. I've got a friend working at the local pizza place, he's holding the getaway car around back. We'll be miles away before the parents even realize what happened." Bill grinned, rubbing his hands together. "Sounds like a plan. Just hope the piñata doesn't land on us in the process." Molly snorted. "That's the least of our worries, Bill. Let's focus on not getting caught."