Molly leaned over the table, her eyes gleaming under the dim light. "Okay, Bill, we've pulled off some daring heists, but this one takes the cake." Bill sighed, adjusting his bow tie. "Stealing from a children's party? Seems a bit low, don't you think?" "Think about it, Bill. It's a goldmine of the latest toys, tech, you name it. Every kid's latest obsession will be ours for the taking." "I'm not sure about this, Molly. What about the kids? Won't they notice?" "They'll be too busy with the clown and the cake, Bill. Besides, we'll leave a present for each, something better than what they've got. We're not monsters." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And what about the parents?" Molly grinned. "Disgruntled Santas, remember? We'll blend right in. And by the time they realize, we'll be long gone, sipping piña coladas on a beach somewhere." Bill sighed, defeated. "Molly, sometimes I think you're a genius and a madwoman all rolled into one." "Thanks, Bill. I think." She winked. "Now, let's get to work. We have a party to crash and some presents to swipe."