Molly and Bill sat across from each other at a small, round table in a dimly lit café. The rain pattered softly against the window, creating a soothing backdrop to their illicit planning. "So, let me get this straight," Bill said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "We're going to steal from a bunch of kids. That's our big heist." "It's not just any kids' party," Molly replied, her green eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's the annual birthday bash for the son of the town's biggest mobster. Every year, he invites all the children in the neighborhood, and they bring presents—expensive ones. We're talking the latest gaming consoles, state-of-the-art gadgets, you name it." "Ah, I see the appeal now," Bill said, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the table. "So, what's the plan? How do we pull off this caper without ending up in a world of hurt?" "First, we need to get invited," Molly explained, taking a sip from her cup of coffee. "Fortunately, I have a connection with one of the moms. She owes me a favor, so she's going to get us on the guest list." "And once we're in?" "We find a way to separate the gifts from the rest of the party. My idea is to create a distraction—something that gets all the kids riled up and running around. While they're occupied, we swoop in, grab the goods, and get out." Bill stroked his chin thoughtfully. "A distraction, eh? I might just have the perfect thing." He lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Remember that prank we pulled on our high school principal? With the, ahem, livestock?" Molly burst out laughing, earning curious glances from nearby patrons. "Oh, how could I forget? We released a pig into the school with the number '1' painted on its side. People went crazy looking for 'ham one'!" "Exactly!" Bill said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "We can do something similar, but tailored to this party. Maybe we release a bunch of colorful balloons with small prizes attached, sending the kids on a wild chase. While they're occupied, we make our move." "I like it!" Molly said, her excitement building. "And with the mobster's connections, I'm sure we can find a way to fence the goods quickly. This could be our biggest score yet." Bill leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face. "You know, when I agreed to this partnership, I never imagined we'd be pulling off a heist at a kids' party. But I have a feeling it's going to be our most memorable job yet." Molly raised her cup in a mock toast. "To memorable jobs, invisible ink, and the element of surprise. May the presents be plentiful and the parents none the wiser." "Cheers to that," Bill replied, clinking his cup against hers. "Let's make this a birthday bash they'll never forget—even if they never know what really happened."