"How're you feeling about this raid, Bill?" Molly asked as they leaned against the wall, overlooking the venue. "I still cannot believe we're kids' party thieves, Molly," Bill shrugged while scanning their surroundings. "I mean, how many times in a life can a person rob a children's party?" "You don't have to confess your conscience," Molly chimed in. "At least we'll be pulling a unique heist. I used to attend these parties as a kid, and I loved the excitement they brought." "I've never been a big fan of stuffy gatherings, either," Bill chuckled. "I'm up for basking in a sea of pretend police chases and splendid hijackings." "But you're right, we must have a well-planned strategy." Molly carefully perfused glasses. "I've models sixteen ways to break the glass, set up fake personae, and execute stealthy escapes." Laughing, Bill nodded in approval. "Let's just enjoy the little moments and steal your heart before we take the gifts." Silently, they locked eyes, appreciating the moment's camaraderie. They knew that no matter how crafty their heist, it was the memories they shared that would make this adventure truly unforgettable.