Molly leaned back in her chair, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "So, Bill, you ever thought about hitting a children's birthday party?" Bill's eyebrows shot up. "A children's party? Are you serious? What are we gonna do, steal the clown's nose?" Molly chuckled, shaking her head. "No, no, no. Think bigger. All those presents stacked like little mountains of loot. It's practically begging to be taken." Bill scratched his chin, considering. "Alright, I'll bite. But how do we even get in? We can't just waltz in there with a 'Sorry we're late' and start swiping gifts." "Simple," Molly said, pulling out a couple of colorful invitations from her bag. "We RSVP'd weeks ago. We're the surprise guests." Bill took the invitation, eyeing it skeptically. "You're kidding, right? We're gonna crash a kid's party as guests?" "Not crash, Bill. Attend. With style. We mingle, we make friends, we wait for the right moment." "And when is the right moment?" "When the birthday song starts. Everyone's distracted, singing their hearts out. We make our move." Bill laughed, shaking his head. "You've got to be kidding me. We're going to be the most hated thieves in history. 'The Grinchs of Gift-Giving,' that's us." Molly waved a hand dismissively. "Nonsense. We're just redistributing wealth. Besides, think of the look on little Timmy's face when he realizes all his presents are gone. Priceless." "Alright, alright," Bill conceded. "But how do we carry all those presents out without looking suspicious?" Molly tapped her nose, a twinkle in her eye. "We come prepared. Large bags, gift-wrapping station disguises. We'll be the party's unofficial gift-wrapping service. 'Need your presents wrapped? We're here to help!'" Bill chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "You've thought of everything, haven't you?" "Of course. I've been planning this since I saw the invite. It's perfect. We get in, we mingle, we wrap, we grab, and we're out before anyone even notices." "And what if they do notice?" Molly shrugged. "Then we improvise. Maybe we're just really, really bad at wrapping gifts and accidentally took them by mistake." Bill laughed, finally warming to the idea. "You're insane, you know that?" "Insane or ingenious? Sometimes it's a fine line, Bill." "Alright, Molly. You've convinced me. Let's be the most unforgettable guests little Timmy's ever had." Molly stood up, clapping her hands together. "That's the spirit! Now, let's go over the plan one more time. We need to be flawless." Bill joined her, standing up. "Alright, let's hear it. The grand heist of children's birthday presents." Molly grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Let's make this a party to remember."