Molly glanced at Bill, her eyes gleaming under the dim light of the pawn shop. "You're actually suggesting we steal from a kids' party?" Bill, adjusting his worn-out fedora, replied, "Think about it. Minimal security, lots of loot, and we're in and out before anyone notices a thing." "But it's a children's party, Bill," Molly said, shaking her head. "Are you heartless?" Bill grinned, showing off a row of slightly crooked teeth. "I prefer to call it efficient. Besides, those parents probably spend too much on presents anyway. They won't even notice a few gone." Molly folded her arms, considering his proposition. "What about the kids? You really okay with crushing their little hearts?" Bill shrugged, unfazed. "They'll get over it. Besides, we'll donate some of the goods to charity. Balance the karma, you know?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Stealing from kids and claiming moral high ground. You're something else, Bill." Bill smirked. "That's why you love me, Mol. I keep it interesting."