Molly squinted at the stiff man behind the bar, her lanky fingers drumming on the wooden surface. "So, Bill, this party at the Johnson's hilltop cabin... it's the engineer's 30th, right? Huge cake, open bar, the works—besides, I heard those shiny baubles never leave here untouched." Bill, his green eyes glinting, leaned closer, his silence spurring her on. "Yes, love. And with the little costly trains, we'll be rolling on our way to new riches," he whispered, lips barely moving. "Come on, Bill, I've got it all figured out," Molly pounded her fist on the bar, her blue dress mirroring her determined eyes. "You'll handle the security, the kid who keeps the presents, while I'll distract the parents upfront." Bill nodded, a slow smile creeping across his worn face. "I'm a natural, love. You took me on my first caper. And after that?" Her grin lit up her side to side's glittering metallic sequins. "After that, we find our bliss under the starry night—the Big Dipper to guide us." They exchanged that eternal thief's promise, one hand lightly tracing the wood grain. "This is gonna be epic. Think about how loudly we'll dance, Molly, when we're the wealthiest thieves in town," Bill contemplated aloud. "And not just dance and live it up. We'll upgrade to a motorbike; I've always wanted to zip through these streets. Imagine that, hon!" Molly’s smile turned dreamy, her eyes dancing with wonder. "So, when?" Bill leaned in, thieves' noses almost touching, his intention clear. "Tonight, Bill," Molly's resolve hardened. "Tonight’s the night we become legends, or at least we try." “And if the security guy—" Bill failed to finish his sentence as he caught sight of a twitch in his palm; the mocking laughter of the children around them, blissfully unaware in the celebration.