Molly slouched in the dimly lit corner booth, sipping on her whiskey as she perused a crumpled piece of paper. It was their next job; a children's birthday party for little Tommy McAllister, the son of some wealthy local businessman. Bill sauntered over, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he slid into the seat across from her. "So," he said, blowing out a cloud of smoke, "what's the plan for this Tommy kid's bash?" Molly leaned in conspiratorially. "Simple. We sneak in while the parents are distracted, grab all the presents, and make a clean getaway." Bill chuckled. "You always keep it so classy, Molly. This is almost too easy." "We're professionals, Bill," Molly said, her eyes glinting mischievously. "We take the jobs that nobody else dares to touch. Now, you said you've been doing some reconnaissance, right?" "Yeah," Bill nodded. "Little Tommy's party is at this enormous mansion out on the outskirts of town. The parents are inviting a ton of kids, so the place is gonna be packed. They've got all sorts of security, too - a couple of bodyguards and a state-of-the-art alarm system." Molly's brow furrowed as she considered this information. "Great. So how are we getting in undetected?" Bill smirked. "That's where you come in, missy. You've always got a trick up your sleeve. We'll need something to distract the bodyguards and disable the alarm system." Molly grinned, a devious sparkle in her eyes. "I've got just the thing. But we'll need to be quick. The party starts in four hours." "Four hours," Bill repeated, shaking his head. "We better get started, then." They clinked their glasses together and took a sip of their drinks, their eyes locked as they plotted their next daring heist. This was what they lived for - the thrill of the job, the adrenaline rush, the satisfaction of pulling off the impossible. Little Tommy's party was just the beginning; there were many more adventures waiting for them on the horizon.