"Alright, so picture this," Molly said, gesturing dramatically with a half-eaten doughnut. "We're not talking some high-stakes diamond heist here. We're going after the crown jewels of childhood joy – presents! And not just any presents, mind you, we're talking the kind that come with a happy, sticky-faced kid's guarantee." Bill, who was meticulously dissecting a birthday card with a butter knife, looked up with narrowed eyes. "You're talking about kids' parties, right?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. "Bingo!" Molly grinned, her eyes sparkling. "The annual 'Little Explorers' Spring Fling at the Community Center. It's a gold mine of unwrapped, untagged, and highly coveted loot." Bill chuckled, a dry, gravelly sound. "A gold mine? You know kids' presents are usually cheap crap, right? We're not talking diamonds here, Molly." "Exactly!" Molly exclaimed, slapping her hand on the table. "That's the beauty of it! No one's expecting a master thief like you to be after a plush unicorn, or a plastic tea set, or... oh, here's a good one, a vibrating, singing, light-up plush lobster. Talk about a hot commodity on the black market!" Bill snorted, then leaned back, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "You think they'll have a bouncy castle?" "Of course!" Molly said, her face lighting up. "A kid's party without a bouncy castle is like... a cake without frosting, like... a pirate without a parrot." "Like a thief without a loot bag," Bill muttered, a smile playing on his lips. "Exactly!" Molly cheered, jumping up and down. "Now, here's the plan. We'll disguise ourselves as parents – we'll find some generic-looking, slightly-too-eager smiles. Maybe a fake baby?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "A fake baby for what? To distract the parents while we loot the gift table?" "No, no, no," Molly chided, shaking her head. "For the parents who inevitably forget their kid's name after the sugar rush kicks in. We'll be the friendly, helpful 'parents' that remind them about their 'beloved little Johnny' who's 'lost in the bouncy castle.' They'll be so relieved they'll be practically begging us to take their kids." Bill stared at her, dumbfounded. "And then we sneak the kid into the bouncy castle and use him as a distraction while we grab the presents?" "Well, not necessarily…" Molly grinned, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “He could be the decoy, but I’m thinking he’d be a better ‘present exchange assistant.’ We’d set up a little swap, right under the parents’ nose. Trade our loot for his toy… He’d never know he got a fancy, new, vibrating, singing, light-up lobster…” Bill sighed, then leaned back in his chair, a slow grin spreading across his face. "It’s a terrible idea, and I love it."