Molly leaned back in her chair, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Alright, Bill, this one's a doozy. You know how kids' parties are these days – over-the-top extravaganzas with enough loot to make a grown man drool." Bill's eyes lit up. "You're not thinking what I think you're thinking? A children's party heist?" "Precisely," Molly replied, drumming her fingers on the table. "Little Timmy's bash is shaping up to be the score of the century. His parents have spared no expense." "But what about the little rugrats?" Bill asked, scratching his chin. "They're bound to be running around like maniacs." "That's the beauty of it," Molly said, leaning forward conspiratorially. "We'll strike during the cake-cutting ceremony. They'll be too busy stuffing their faces to notice a thing." Bill chuckled, rubbing his hands together. "Genius! But how do we get past the security detail?" Molly winked. "Leave that to me. I've got a plan that'll have those rent-a-cops eating out of the palm of my hand." "I love it when you get devious," Bill said, grinning from ear to ear. "Let's do this!"