"So, you're telling me we're going to rob a bunch of kids?" Bill whispered, his brow furrowed in concern. Molly rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a wuss. It's not like we're stealing from the little brats themselves. We're just taking the gifts their parents bought them." "But isn't that kind of low?" Bill protested. "I mean, stealing from kids?" "We're not stealing from kids!" Molly hissed. "We're stealing from rich, entitled parents who spoil their kids rotten. It's practically a public service." Bill didn't look convinced. "I don't know, Molly. This seems like a new low, even for us." "Look, do you want to make some serious cash or not?" Molly demanded. "Because this job is a gold mine. Literally. I heard little Timmy's getting a solid gold rocking horse." Bill's eyes widened. "A solid gold rocking horse? For a kid?" Molly nodded smugly. "Exactly. And that's just one of the hauls we'll be making off with. So, are you in or are you out?" Bill hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "Alright, I'm in. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Molly grinned. "That's the spirit! Now, let's go crash this kiddie party."