Molly flipped open her laptop, the screen flickering to life with a burst of light. "Okay, listen up. We've got a hit. A kids' birthday party, this Saturday at the city park." Bill groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. "You kidding me? Kids? What's there to steal from a kid's party?" Molly grinned, her eyes alight with mischief. "Prizes, Bill. Look, they're hosting a treasure hunt, and the grand prize is a stack of presents." Bill stepped back, hands held up in mock surrender. "Alright, hold up. That sounds like a plan. I'm in. But how do we get in?" "Just like a regular party," Molly replied, her smile widening. "We get on the guest list. I've got contacts, remember? We use them to our advantage." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly do we 'get on the guest list'? Show up dressed as clowns?" Molly rolled her eyes. "No, no. We'll pose as photographers. Arrive early, set up our gear, snap a few pictures, blend in, then slip away once the treasure hunt starts." Bill chewed on his lip, mulling the plan over. "And if there's no way to slip away, what then?" "Then we improvise," Molly replied, her voice steady. "But trust me, this plan's foolproof. We make off with the presents, no one gets hurt, and we get paid. What's not to love?" Bill leaned against the wall, shifting his weight uneasily. "Might be a little harder than it sounds. These kids parties can get pretty hectic." Molly folded her arms, a sly smile playing on her lips. "That's why you're my wingman. We take this gig together, make it a cakewalk. All we've got to do is snatch those presents and hightail it out of there. What do you say, Bill?" He paused, a grin spread across his face. "I say let's do this." Molly beamed, clapping her hands together. "Fantastic. We're ready for this, Bill. We're gonna steal the show at this kids' party. Let's get this party started!"