"Are you sure about this, Molly? Robbing a kid's party seems a bit low, even for us," Bill said, his brow furrowed with concern. Molly waved her hand dismissively. "Relax, Bill. It's the perfect score! Those fancy parents will be too busy sipping their overpriced wines to notice a thing." "But what if we get caught? Can you imagine the headlines? 'Dastardly Duo Steals Joy from Innocent Children'? Our reputations would be ruined!" "You worry too much," Molly chuckled. "We'll be in and out before they even cut the cake. Just think of all those delightful toys and gadgets waiting for us!" Bill rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know, Molly. It just feels wrong, you know?" "Wrong?" Molly scoffed. "It's not like we're stealing from the kids directly. We're just... redistributing their wealth." "Redistributing their wealth?" Bill repeated incredulously. "Is that what we're calling it now?" "Look, if you're too chicken to go through with it, I'll do it myself," Molly snapped, crossing her arms defiantly. Bill sighed heavily. "Alright, alright. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you entirely." Molly grinned mischievously. "That's the spirit! Now, let's go make some kids cry."