Molly shuffled through the map she'd sketched onto the back of an old flyer for the magic show - "The Amazing Zandini Returns!" Nothing magical about this, except, she supposed, if they pulled this off. Across the table, Bill drummed his fingers on the wood, eyes narrowed in irritation. His greasy hair was spiked with gel so cheap it attracted dust motes like a magnet. "What's the big deal with this kids' party?" Bill grumbled. "We've done banks, galleries, even a zoo once. What's so special about a bunch of presents?" Molly sighed, tracing the outline of a unicorn with her index finger. "Just imagine, Bill. Every kid's dream, under one roof. Gaming consoles, bikes, all the toys that parents spend fortunes on. It's a gold mine if you ask me." "I'm asking you," he shot back, voice low and mutinous. "How is this any different from a regular heist?" "It's not just any heist," Molly countered, her eyes dancing with a mischievous glee. "It's a test. A real Robin Hood move. Take from the rich, give to the poor - us." Bill chuckled sarcastically. "Yeah, 'cause we're so poor. Last year's ski trip to the Alps wasn't exactly poverty, was it?" Molly rolled her eyes. "You're missing the point. This is about the rush, the adrenaline. Plus, think of the irony. We steal from a party where the invited guests don’t even realize until it's too late." He snorted. "And how are we going to pull this off? We can't exactly walk out with a sack of goodies while parents are watching, can we?" Molly smirked, unfolding a piece of paper, revealing crude sketches of a small robot, antennas sticking out. "Meet Rusty. He's our ticket in." Bill raised an eyebrow. "A toy robot? Are you serious?" "Dead serious. It’s remote-controlled, can fit through standard door gaps, and has a camera onboard. Perfect for casing and grabbing while we stay out of sight. Picture this: we dress up as clowns – no one ever remembers what a clown looks like, and I'll replace the presents with plastic look-alikes as we go." Bill shook his head, disbelief etched across his face. "You never cease to surprise me, Molly. And you're sure this Rusty thing will work?" "Fingers crossed," Molly said with a shrug. "Worst case, we make a funny video for a laugh." Bill chuckled. "You really are something else. Alright, but this time, I'm dressing as the jester. No oversized shoes or red noses for me." "Deal," Molly said, extending her hand. "Let's go make some kids' day... just not in the way they'd expect."