“A children’s party, Bill? Are you insane?” Molly stared at him, her eyebrows climbing a respectable ladder towards her hairline. “Those little rugrats will shred us for a misplaced balloon, let alone trying to swipe their loot.” Bill uncrossed his legs, pushing a stray noodle strand back from his sweaty forehead. “Relax, Mol. It’s a ten-year-old’s birthday party. They’re not exactly hardened criminals. Plus, think about the score! A whole mountain of presents, ripe for the picking. Designer toys, the latest gadgets, plush unicorns the size of small dogs. It’s a kid’s paradise, a thief’s dream.” “A minefield of glitter and sticky juice boxes, more like. What about security? Parents, cousins, Auntie Agnes with her overly enthusiastic sniffer dog, Bruno?” Bill waved a dismissive hand. “Easy peasy. We hit when the cake is being cut, distraction galore. They’ll be too busy shoving sprinkles in their faces to notice a couple of professionals making a discreet… exit.” “Discreet? Bill, we’re talking about ripping off twenty screaming kids with the combined sugar rush of a thousand bumblebees. Discreet’s not in my vocabulary when it comes to this particular brand of chaos.” “Alright, not discreet,” Bill conceded, “But successful. Just imagine, Mol. We could spend the next month lounging by a pool, sipping cocktails, swimming in a sea of cash. What do you say, wanna be swimming idols?” Molly’s eyes narrowed, picturing the scene. "Lounging by a pool… cocktails…" A sigh escaped her lips. "You know me too well, Bill. Besides, who wouldn't want to have a giant, fluffy unicorn delivered to their doorstep? It'd be a good way to practice some light burglary, too. "I’m picturing us sneaking past the bouncer - a seven-year-old bodhibellisseur demanding a dance pop remix - and waltzing away with a haul of platinum-plated spatulas and acrylic dinosaur kits.” “Spatulas? Dinosaur kits?” Bill’s face contorted in mock horror. “Mol, that’s not exactly the dream scenario. We’re talking rare watches, limited editions, maybe even a golden Lego toaster!” “Golden Lego toaster? Bill, are you for real?”