"Alright, Molly, listen up," Bill began. "We're going to hit a children's party." Molly looked at him like he was crazy. "A children's party? What could we possibly steal from there?" "Presents, of course!" Bill exclaimed. "Think about it. Parents always overdo it for their kids' birthdays. We're talking about a room full of expensive gifts just waiting to be taken." Molly hesitated. "But won't there be, you know, kids there?" "Don't worry about that," Bill said with a smirk. "We'll plan it for when the party's over. All the little rugrats will be tucked into bed, and their parents will be too tired to notice anything's missing." Molly nodded slowly. "I guess that makes sense. But how do we get in?" "Easy," Bill replied. "I have a friend who works at the venue. He'll give us the keys and a list of which rooms to avoid. The rest is just a matter of grabbing the goods and getting out before anyone notices." "And what if someone does notice?" Molly asked, her voice quivering slightly. Bill patted her shoulder reassuringly. "Then we'll improvise. Remember, we're professionals. Nothing can go wrong."