In the shadowy alley behind the community center, Molly and Bill huddled, their breath visible in the chilly night air. Molly, a petite woman with a mischievous glint in her eye, held a crumpled flyer. "Alright, Bill, tonight's our lucky night. 'Little Johnny's 8th Birthday Extravaganza' - that's a haul waiting to happen." Bill, a lanky man with a nervous tic, adjusted his glasses. "Molly, are you sure about this? I mean, it's a kids' party. They're not exactly rolling in cash." Molly scoffed, "Cash? Who needs cash when there's a mountain of toys waiting for us? Think of it, Bill - action figures, board games, maybe even a drone or two." Bill gulped, his eyes widening. "A drone? Molly, that's... that's practically a weapon." Molly grinned, "Exactly, Bill. Now, let's get our hands on some of those 'weapons'."