Molly fiddled with the lock on her duffel bag, a collection of tools clinking inside. She glanced over at Bill, watching him twirl a small red ball, the kind usually found in a clown's pocket. "You sure about this one, Bill? A kids' party?" Bill let the ball disappear up his sleeve, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Where else do you find such an unguarded stash of loot these days? Everyone's too busy chasing after digital downloads and gift cards. Who thinks to secure the physical goods anymore, especially at a party for ankle-biters?" Molly sighed, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "There's something unsettling about stealing from a bunch of six-year-olds, Bill. It feels... different, you know?" "Different is good," Bill countered, leaning against the wall with a casual air. "It's a new challenge. Think about it, Molly. What's the likelihood of the police taking a kids' party theft seriously? They'll probably chalk it up to older siblings on a sugar high. It's the perfect crime." Molly raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Perfect crime, huh? And what do we do with the loot? Drop it off at the nearest pawn shop? I doubt they're in the market for My Little Pony figurines and Tonka trucks." Bill's face lit up with a mischievous grin. "We sell it online, Molly, on those 'Everything Must Go!' pages. Parents will pay top dollar to replace the exact same gifts. It's a niche market, but trust me, it's there." The lock on the duffel finally clicked open, and Molly stared at the tools inside. "What about the parents, Bill? They'll be devastated." Bill shrugged. "Think of it as a lesson in the harsh realities of life. Better they learn it now rather than later, right?" Molly shook her head, unable to fully shake off the feeling of unease. "You know, I used to think I was immune to the whole 'holiday spirit' thing, but being this close to Christmas... well, I don't know. It just doesn't feel right." Bill sighed, his expression softening. "Look, I get it, Molly. Trust me, I never thought I'd be planning a heist on a six-year-old's birthday party either. But think of the challenge. It's not your standard bank vault we're cracking here. And besides, we'll donate half the profits to charity." Molly's eyes narrowed as she considered Bill's proposal. "Half, huh? That's quite generous, for you." Bill shrugged, still holding that annoying smirk. "Hey, I'm a man of many facets, Molly. Besides, it balances the karma, or so I've been told." She sighed, closing the duffel bag with a thud. "Alright, Bill. We're in. But you owe me big time for this one." Bill chuckled and gave her a salute. "Mission accepted, partner. Let's make this kids' party one they won't forget." The two of them exchanged a look, both knowing full well that the real challenge wasn't in the heist itself, but in living with the aftermath. A smirk spread across Molly's face. "Well, at least it'll be a story to tell over drinks for years to come." Bill clapped his hands together with finality. "Absolutely. Now let's start planning. We don't want to disappoint our young partygoers, do we?" Molly chuckled dryly. "Please, Bill. The last thing we want to do is actually disappoint those kids. Too much pressure, even for us."