“A children’s party, Molly? Seriously?” Bill’s pen hovered over his meticulous plans, a single line marring the otherwise pristine page. Molly idly swung her legs over the side of the table, unconcerned with the precarious angle of the antique furniture. “The brats will be hopped up on sugar and distracted. We’ll be in and out before the piñata pops.” “It’s morally reprehensible.” She scoffed. “Since when have morals factored into our line of work, Billy boy? Remember the Great Croissant Caper of ‘09? Or the infamous Diaper Dash of ‘11? Don’t act all high and mighty now.” “Those were different. We were stealing from… corporations, exploiters of the working class!” His voice rose in pitch with every outrageous claim, a tremor running through his normally steady hand. Molly hopped off the table, crossing the room in a few short strides to stand in front of him. “And these kids, pampered with mountains of plastic toys they’ll forget about in a week, are somehow victims? They won’t even notice they’re gone!” “It’s just… low, Molly. Even for us.” He wouldn't meet her eye. She leaned forward, resting her hands on the table, trapping him in her gaze. “Listen, Billy. We need this. Rent’s due, my shoe budget is demanding attention, and you desperately need a new hat.” “My hat is perfectly respectable!” “It’s got a hole in it, Bill. It’s embarrassing. Now, are you with me or not?” Bill chewed on his lip, avoiding her gaze as he fretted with the pen. Finally, he sighed, the weight of a thousand moral compromises settling on his shoulders. “Alright, alright. But we’re only taking the expensive-looking stuff. No kid deserves to lose their favorite teddy bear.” Molly grinned, clapping her hands together. “That’s the spirit! I knew you wouldn’t let a little thing like childhood innocence stand in the way of a good heist.” Bill groaned and buried his head in his hands. “This is going to keep me up at night, isn’t it?” “Only if you let it.” Molly winked, already plotting escape routes and potential hiding spots within the bouncy-castle-infested landscape of their target. This was going to be a good one.