Molly paced the dimly lit apartment, her brow furrowed in concentration. "So, Bill, you sure this kids' party heist is going to work? I mean, it's not exactly our usual high-stakes target." Bill leaned back in his chair, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Trust me, Mol, this is gonna be a cakewalk. Those little ankle-biters are gonna be too busy playing pass the parcel to even notice us slipping in and out." "I don't know, Bill," Molly said, chewing on her lip. "What if the parents catch us? I don't fancy spending the next few years behind bars, you know." "Relax, will ya?" Bill said, waving a dismissive hand. "I've got it all figured out. We'll go in, grab the goods, and be back at the safe house before anyone's the wiser." Molly sighed, but there was a glint of excitement in her eyes. "Alright, fine. But if this goes south, I'm blaming you." Bill chuckled, already reaching for the blueprints of the party venue. "That's the spirit, Mol. Now, let's get to work and make some kids cry on their special day."