Molly leaned across the table, her eyes narrowing as she whispered, "Okay, let me get this straight. You're suggesting we rob a children's party?" Bill, with his crooked grin, leaned back and replied, "Not just any party, Molly. The Mayor's grandkid's bash. High-security detail, ridiculous presents. It's a score too good to pass up." "But, kids?" Molly asked, eyebrows raised. "Isn't that a bit, you know, low?" "Hey, we're thieves, not monsters," Bill defended. "We'll donate most of it to charity. A little Robin Hood action, keep our karma clean." Molly shook her head, unconvinced. "What about the inevitable crying when a gift goes missing? Sounds like torture." "Ah, that's where your genius comes in, my dear," Bill said. "We'll pull this off so clean, no one will notice a thing till we're long gone." "How do we even get in?" Molly queried. Bill pulled out a folded-up map. "Disguises. Food vendors, maybe clowns. We blend in, get the lay of the land, then strike." Molly laughed, "Clowns? Seriously? We'll be the most wanted individuals in the history of balloon animals." Bill chuckled. "Alright, alright. Maybe catering staff. Less conspicuous. Besides, who suspects a guy with a tray of canapés?" "You're the master of disguise, Bill. I'll trust you there," Molly said, grinning. "But what about the loot? Presents are bulky." "Well, we need a getaway vehicle. Naturally camouflaged," Bill replied. "A magic carpet?" Molly asked, amusement in her tone. Bill rolled his eyes. "No, a delivery van. Dressed up as a party supply company. Makes sense, right?" "Definitely more subtle than the carpet," Molly nodded. "Okay, let's say we manage to pull this off. What about the heat? This is a high-profile event. We're looking at maximum law attention." "Not if we cover our tracks." Bill tapped the table with a pen. "We double-cross the Mayor's office. They'll think it's an inside job, by one of their own. We'll just be the guys in the background, unnoticed." Molly sighed, pondering. "Alright, Bill. Let's do it. But I'm having second thoughts, we're walking a tightrope here." "We've done tighter," Bill winked. "Besides, when have you ever known me to fail?" Molly smiled, deadpan. "Well, there was that time with the museum. But hey, you learned a new ice-skating routine in the process." Bill laughed. "Point taken. But this time, success, guaranteed. And we get to be the best thieves who ever played Santa, minus the red suit." "Alright, enough chatter. Let's start planning," Molly declared. "I'll work on the diversions, smoke bombs maybe. You figure out the uniforms." Bill saluted, "Aye, aye, captain. Operation Party Plunder, engaged." Molly chuckled. "The kids will never know what hit them."