Molly leaned back in her chair, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So, Bill, you ready for the biggest score of our lives?" Bill chuckled, taking a sip of his whiskey. "You know it, partner. Stealing presents from a bunch of snot-nosed brats? That's a new low, even for us." "Ah, but that's where the challenge lies," Molly retorted. "Who would suspect a pair of seasoned thieves like us at a children's party?" "Fair point," Bill conceded. "But how do we even get in? I doubt they'll just let us waltz in like we're the clowns." Molly grinned wickedly. "Leave that to me. I've got a foolproof plan involving a giant teddy bear costume and a kazoo." Bill raised an eyebrow skeptically. "A kazoo? Really?" "Trust me, it'll be hilarious," Molly assured him. "Now, let's go over the escape route one more time..." As they meticulously plotted their heist, the two thieves couldn't help but snicker at the sheer audacity of their plan. Who knew stealing from children could be so entertaining?