Molly peered through the slightly ajar door of the brightly decorated party room, her eyes scanning a sea of balloons and ecstatic children. “Are you sure we should be doing this, Bill? They’re just kids!” Bill adjusted the oversized straw hat perched on his head and smirked. “Exactly! Kids are stupidly generous. I mean, look at all those presents! What, you think they’re going to miss a few?” Molly crossed her arms, a furrow forming between her brows. “But they’ve got teddy bears in there, Bill! And… and handcrafted art projects! We can’t just take that away from them!” “C’mon, it’s just a bunch of toy trucks and dresses. They probably outgrew them by next week anyway!” Bill grinned, adjusting his fake mustache, which was threatening to slip. “Seriously? You think their parents are just gonna replace all that stuff next week?” Molly shot back. “They’ll cry! You want to be responsible for a kid’s tears?” Bill waved his hand dismissively. “They’ll get over it. They’re always crying about something! Besides, it’s not like we’re taking food. Just toys, right? This is simple! You in or not?” Molly bit her lip. “I guess… but I feel like we should keep a moral line somewhere in this heist.” “Moral line? If you’re looking for a moral line, you might want to reconsider a life of crime.” Bill chuckled, leaning against the door frame. “Imagine the headlines: ‘Dynamic Duo Steals from the Young and Giddy!’” “Right at the top of the list after ‘Heartless’ and ‘Soul Gutter’,” Molly muttered, glancing back at the cheerful chaos inside. “But okay, let’s say we do it. What’s the plan?” “Simple! While they’re singing ‘Happy Birthday,’ we swoop in. I’ll grab the presents while you create a distraction.” He grinned wider. “Maybe a dance-off?” “A dance-off? Seriously?” Molly raised an eyebrow. “You expect ten kids to drop their cupcakes and join you for a flash mob?” “Maybe a musical number? I’ve been working on my jazz hands!” Bill struck a pose, punctuating his point with an exaggerated twirl. “Right, that’s it. We’re going to confuse them with Broadway?” Molly sighed, shaking her head. “What’s next? You want to hand out flyers for our next heist between songs?” Bill laughed. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea. ‘Join us next week in stealing snowy toys!’” “Ugh, fine! What am I doing with my life?” Molly threw her hands up. “Alright, let’s just get it over with.” “There’s the spirit!” Bill laughed. “On the count of three. One… two…” “Wait! One question first!” Molly cut in. “What if they call the cops?” “Kids? C’mon, when’s the last time you saw a kid with a phone?” Bill shrugged. “They’re too busy smashing cake on each other’s faces.” Molly rolled her eyes. “Fine! One last thing: If anyone starts crying, I’m out. We’re splitting, and you can take my share!” “Deal! Now, on three! One… two…” “Three! Let’s do this!” Molly exclaimed, shoving the door wide open. Bill stumbled forward, nearly tripping over his inflatable parrot. "Maybe I should've practiced my grand entrance..."