Molly leaned against the wall, tapping her fingers against a crumpled plan she'd sketched out on a napkin. "Okay, Bill," she said, raising her eyebrows. "Here's the deal. We're talking about a mountain of loot. Not just any loot. We're talking high-end, straight from Santa's workshop, loot." Bill scratched his head, looking dubious. "A kids' party? Really, Molly? We've hit casinos, banks, but a kids' party?" Molly rolled her eyes. "It's the high-risk, high-reward gig, Bill. Every toy there is top of the line. Beyond what the parents even know they're giving. Picture it - a collection of zoomy robots, enchanted dolls, the latest playsets. We're talking about a goldmine, just waiting to be unwrapped." Bill sighed, rubbing his chin. "I dunno, Molls. There's something not right about stealing from kids." Molly waved her hand dismissively. "All's fair in love and war, Bill. Besides, they won't even remember half the stuff they get. We're just evening the playing field a bit." Bill shook his head. "I still don't know, Molly. What about security?" Molly smirked. "That's the beauty of it. Security's a joke. They hire clowns for security at these things! We put on some funny wigs, a bit of face paint, and we're in like Flynn." Bill frowned. "You've really thought this through, haven't you?" Molly nodded, her eyes sparkling. "I've got it all mapped out. We go in around the cake-slicing time. Everyone's distracted, covered in frosting, or too busy trying to keep the young ones from going sugar-crazy." Bill sighed, tapping his fingers on the table. "Alright, you've convinced me. But, what's our exit strategy? We can't just walk out with a sack of loot in front of everyone." Molly grinned. "Here's where it gets interesting. We've got a secret weapon - a bouncy castle. We toss the toys in, let the air out, and voila! Instant getaway bag. No one will be the wiser." Bill laughed. "You really are a genius, Molly. But, what if we get caught?" Molly shrugged. "We improvise, Bill. We always do. Besides, we'll be laughing all the way to the bank. Now, let's go over that floor plan one more time before the big day." She unfolded the napkin with a flourish, a determined look on her face. Bill nodded, leaning closer to inspect the haphazard scrawl. "Okay, but we need to be sharp. No room for mistakes." Molly winked. "When have we ever made a mistake, Bill? It's just another day at the office for us. Only this time, we're trading in briefcases full of cash for bags full of toys. Yup, it's going to be a Merry Christmas indeed." She clapped her hands together, rubbing them in anticipation, a wide grin spreading across her face. Bill shook his head, chuckling. "You're something else, Molly. Let's hope your plan works as well in execution as it does on this napkin."