Molly and Bill sat across from each other in a dimly lit corner booth of the dingy diner, their expressions alternating between excitement and concern. "So, we're really gonna do this?" Molly asked, her eyes wide with anticipation. "We have no choice," Bill replied, taking a sip of his coffee. "The first rule of thievery is to find the biggest pot of gold at the end of the rainbow." "And the second rule?" "Always dress for the job you want," Bill said with a wry smile, gesturing to his ill-fitting leprechaun costume. "I'll take one of those midget outfits too," Molly chimed in, giggling. "You do that," Bill said, rolling his eyes. "As long as we get our hands on all those shiny presents." "Ain't that the truth?" Molly agreed. "I imagine there'll be plenty of iPads and Legos for the taking." They pored over a crumpled-up flyer detailing the party's location and schedule, their eyes darting back and forth between the words and each other. "What's the plan then?" Molly asked eagerly. "Well," Bill said, tapping his finger to his chin, "we get in, disarm the angry oompa-loompas, and then we hit the gift table. Easy peasy." Molly let out a laugh. "Oh, Bill, you always know just what to say." Just then, a group of excited children burst into the diner, laughing and shrieking as they made their way to a nearby party bus. Molly and Bill exchanged glances, their hearts racing with excitement and anticipation for what lay ahead.