"Alright, Bill, this is a simple job, but we still need to plan. It's a children's party, for crying out loud—we can't just waltz in and take the presents." Molly paced the warehouse, hands on her hips, eyeing the assortment of party hats and noisemakers strewn across the table. "Aw, come on, Molly, it's a piece of cake. We walk in, grab the goods, and skedaddle before those brats even know we were there." Bill leaned back, propping his feet up on the table. "Put your feet down, you lummox! This may be a kids' party, but we can't underestimate the challenges. We need to be swift and silent like ninjas." "Ninjas? Really, Molly? Since when did you become a ninja expert?" Bill snorted, but sat up, conceding to Molly's request. "Listen, we need to time this perfectly. We enter during the chaos of the piñata. That's when the kids will be distracted and the parents will be too busy filming it to notice us." Molly paused, tapping her chin. "Oh, and we absolutely cannot hurt the kids or ruin their fun. Our job is to relieve them of their presents without them ever knowing." "Fine, fine. I get it. Ninja-level stealth and all that. But if we pull this off, I want first dibs on the toys. Some of those kids' parents are loaded." Bill grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Let's do this."