Molly's eyes gleamed with mischief as she leaned in, her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan. We're gonna hit that kids' party and clean them out of every last present." Bill's brow furrowed, a faint hint of concern lacing his words. "You sure about this, Mol? I mean, stealing from a bunch of kids? Seems a little low, even for us." Molly scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "Aw, come on, Bill. It's not like they're gonna miss a few toys, and the payoff's gonna be huge. Think of all that loot!" "I don't know, Mol..." Bill chewed on his lip, his gaze shifting nervously. "What if we get caught? The cops'll have our heads." "That's why we've gotta be smart about this, dummy." Molly leaned back, a sly grin spreading across her face. "We'll go in, grab the goods, and be out before anyone even knows what hit 'em." Bill sighed, resigned. "Alright, fine. But if this goes south, I'm blaming you." Molly clapped him on the back, her laughter ringing out. "That's the spirit, Bill! Now let's go steal us some presents!"