Molly paced back and forth in the dimly lit basement, her eyes darting between Bill and the hastily drawn blueprint on the table. "Okay, so we're clear on the plan, right? We hit the Johnson's kid's birthday party at exactly 3 PM." Bill nodded, his fingers drumming nervously on the table. "Yeah, yeah, I got it. But Molly, are you sure about this? I mean, stealing from kids? That's pretty low, even for us." "Low? Bill, these aren't just any kids. These are rich kids. Their presents are probably worth more than our entire apartment building," Molly retorted, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Bill sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair. "I don't know, Molly. What if we get caught? What if there's security?" Molly snorted. "Security? At a kid's party? The only thing we need to worry about is avoiding sticky fingers and sugar-high brats." "But what about the parents?" Bill persisted. "They'll be too busy taking Instagram photos and gossiping to notice us. Trust me, I've done my research," Molly said confidently. Bill raised an eyebrow. "Research? You mean you stalked their social media accounts again, didn't you?" "Hey, it's not stalking if it's public information," Molly defended herself. "Now, focus. You remember your role?" Bill nodded reluctantly. "Yeah, I'm the clown, right?" "Exactly. You'll distract the kids with your... um, your clowning skills while I sneak into the house and grab the goods," Molly explained. "But Molly, I don't know the first thing about being a clown! I can barely tie my own shoelaces, let alone make balloon animals," Bill protested. Molly waved her hand dismissively. "Details, details. Just put on the red nose, do a few pratfalls, and you'll be fine. Kids are easy to impress." "Easy for you to say. You get the easy job," Bill grumbled. "Easy? You try sneaking past a bunch of helicopter parents and nosy kids without looking suspicious," Molly shot back. Bill sighed again. "Fine, fine. But if this goes south, I'm blaming you." "It won't go south," Molly assured him. "We'll be in and out before anyone notices. And then we'll be sitting pretty with a haul of overpriced toys and gadgets." "And what exactly are we going to do with a bunch of kids' toys?" Bill asked skeptically. Molly grinned. "Ever heard of eBay, my friend? Those limited edition action figures and designer dolls fetch a pretty penny online." "I can't believe we're actually doing this," Bill muttered. "Believe it, partner. This is our ticket to the big leagues," Molly said, her eyes shining with excitement. Bill shook his head. "I have a bad feeling about this, Molly." "You always have a bad feeling. Now come on, let's go over the plan one more time," Molly insisted, pointing to the blueprint. As they huddled over the table, reviewing their scheme, neither of them noticed the small figure listening intently from the top of the basement stairs. Little did they know, their perfect plan was about to be derailed by a pint-sized vigilante with a penchant for Home Alone-style booby traps.