Molly drummed her fingers on the table, her eyes flickering from the blueprint to Bill's face and back again. "Okay, hear me out. We're not talking Fort Knox here, just a bunch of wrapped gifts at a kiddie birthday bash. But, it's got to be perfect, you know?" Her voice lilted with the sort of enthusiasm that could melt the resolve of a lesser man. Bill sighed, scratching his balding head. "You know, Molly, I was hoping for something... bigger. Maybe a museum, a bank, a place where we can tell our grandkids about the heist that made us legends." Molly scoffed, leaning over the blueprint with a conspiratorial smirk. "Ah, Bill, but think about it. These parties are goldmines. Modern parents can't just give a kid a frisbee anymore—it's got to be the latest gadget, the rarest toy, the most exclusive whatever. And the best part? No security cameras, no alarms. Just a bouncy castle and a clown with a bad wig." Bill snorted, a grin tugging at his lips. "Alright, alright, you've got my attention. But still, a kids' party? Isn't that a little... low-rent?" Molly's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Not when you consider the lore we'll create. Who ever heard of a heist at a child's birthday? We'll be the most memorable thieves in the annals of criminal history!" Bill rubbed his chin, considering. "Okay, let's say I'm in. How do we pull this off without making a bunch of six-year-olds cry?" "Ah, it's all in the timing," Molly said, tapping the blueprint. "See this? The piñata moment. We slip in during the chaos, grab the goods, and disappear like magic. And the great part? No one will even blame us. Parents will assume the gifts were lost or stolen by that dodgy-looking 'Pirate Pete' they hired." Bill chuckled. "Well, when you put it that way... I think we've got our plan. But how do we handle the loot? Selling a sack full of Elmo dolls and plastic tiaras might raise a few eyebrows." Molly winked. "We're not just thieves, Bill, we're entrepreneurs. We'll start a charity for underprivileged tots in South America. Everyone wins, especially us." Bill shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. "Molly, you're a piece of work, you know that?" Molly laughed, slapping the table. "I may be nuts, but we're rich nuts. Let's cause some trouble." As they dissolved into laughter, the plan taking shape in their minds, the world outside seemed to fade away. All that mattered was the thrill, the adventure, and the knowledge that, just maybe, they were about to become the most unlikely heroes—or villains—in the world of kiddie crime.