Molly perched on the edge of a clutter-folded desk, peering over a map cluttered with colorful sticky notes and scribbles. She turned towards Bill, who was impatiently tapping a blunt pencil against his chin. "Bill, focusing on logistics, how are we going to slip into this kiddie fiesta without looking suspicious?" Bill chuckled, leaning back in his chair, "Oh, it’s easy. We go as entertainers. I can juggle, remember?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're going to juggle your way to the presents? Subtle..." "Don't knock the juggling. Kids love it. While they’re dazzled, you sweep in, Nabber of Gifts." "Role of a lifetime," Molly smirked, then paused, narrowing her eyes at the map. "But really, where do we stash the loot? I'm not smuggling a teddy bear under my clown costume." "We’ll have a magic box — like the ones magicians use. Put presents in, and poof! They disappear." "Genius, Bill! I guess all those Saturday mornings watching magic shows paid off." Bill grinned, proud. "And for our grand exit?" Molly tapped the map. "Back door leads to an alley. We slip out during the cake. They’ll be too busy with frosting faces to notice." "Perfect. And the getaway vehicle?" Bill asked, doodling a car on the corner of the map. "A van masquerading as the ‘Pied Piper Party Patrol.’ They’ll think we’re part of the cleanup crew." Bill laughed. "We're like the Grinch, but flashier." "Exactly." Molly chuckled before turning serious again. "Let’s talk costumes. We need credibility." "Don’t worry, I ordered them online. You’re going to love the sparkle on your fairy outfit." Molly groaned, "Please tell me you’re joking." Bill just winked. A moment of silence lingered as Molly scanned the document again. "Hey, have you considered the ethical implications of this heist? We are stealing from kids." Bill shrugged, "I see it as liberating neglected presents. Plus, our client will donate them to a children’s charity. Slightly Robin Hood-ish?" "Steal from the rich kids to give to the needy ones. I suppose our consciences can sort of rest easy." "Just another day's work in the life of quirky thieves," Bill said, stretching his arms. Molly nodded, rolling up the map. "Alright, let’s pack our toolkits. I’ll take care of the lock picks and the smoke bombs." "Smoke bombs? For a children’s party?" Bill’s eyebrow arched. "Distraction is key, dear Watson." Molly grinned, winking at Bill. "And you call my juggling subtle," he teased. “We all have our methods,” Molly quipped as she slipped the map into her bag. “Just remember, no child sees their gift vanishing. We keep it fun, smooth, and fast.” “Like stealing candy from a baby,” Bill joked. Molly laughed, shaking her head. “Exactly. This is going to be one hell of a show, Bill.” Bill nodded, his face splitting into a devilish smile. "Here's to the most magical heist in history."