“You're messing with me, right? A children's party?” Molly scoffed, pushing a stray blonde curl behind her ear. She sat across from Bill in their usual booth at Benny’s Diner, her gaze fixed on the sugar ants marching across a half-eaten cinnamon roll on the table. Bill, his face half-hidden behind a paperback titled 'The Art of Lockpicking for Beginners,' chuckled. "Don't knock it till you try it, Molly," he muttered, flipping a page with a practiced flick of his wrist. "Think about it. No security guards, just a room full of gleeful, oblivious kids. Like sheep dressed in sparkly costumes." "Oblivious toddlers, Bill. They're more likely to drool on your shoes than question your intentions." "Exactly! Distraction is key, remember? Besides," Bill leaned forward, his eyes twinkling, "Have you ever seen a pile of unopened presents? It's practically begging to be raided." "You're a monster, Bill," Molly sighed, knowing full well she'd be swept up in his madness anyway. "A glitter-covered monster." "Consider me Santa's right-hand elf, but with slightly more questionable motives." He grinned, tapping his book for emphasis. "Speaking of motives, what are we looking for in this treasure trove? Do you have your eye on a particular toy?" "Listen, all the good stuff is probably already pre-occupied by your target audience, like, let's say, finger puppets or that ridiculously-priced karaoke machine with the plastic microphone." "Nuh-uh," Bill said, shaking his head decisively. "We're going for the big bucks this time, Molly. The expensive stuff the parents struggle to afford. You think that grandma-bestowed savings bond hidden in a Neopet plush is small-time? Trust me, a well-placed gift-grab gets wallets sweating faster than the Vegas Strip." Molly shuddered theatrically. "You know, I wouldn't mind a lifetime supply of those tiny, individually-packaged chocolate bars they always have at these things." She could practically hear the faint crinkling of the foil wrapping, the sugary sweetness a siren call in her otherwise cynical world. Bill pictured it: a mountain of miniature chocolate bricks, enough to last her a month. Maybe a lifetime if she was careful. He chuckled, "Chocolate is always a good heist target." Perhaps his plan could be adjusted slightly... "Alright, alright, you win," Molly conceded. "But I'm taking the chocolate. Deal?" "Deal," Bill agreed, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Now, let's discuss decoys...and glitter cannons."