Molly leaned across the dimly lit table, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Bill, we're hitting the jackpot at this kids' party. Unlimited loot, all wrapped up and waiting." Bill snorted, adjusting his fedora. "You serious? A children's shindig? Aren't we aiming a bit low?" "Low? No!" Molly hissed, glancing around to make sure their hole-in-the-wall joint was empty. "Think about it - easy in, easy out. Parents are busy socializing, kids are distracted by clowns and face paint. We walk in, grab the good stuff, walk out." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And what about the Grinch reputation? I mean, who steals from tots?" Molly smirked, patting his hand. "Oh, don't be such a softie. We're not Grinching. We're... adjusting the gift distribution. Besides, haven't you always wanted that new flat-screen?" Bill sighed, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I suppose there is that one plasma I've been eyeing... Alright, you got me. But we gotta be quick. No time for horsing around." Molly grinned, clinking her mug against his. "Wouldn't dream of it, partner. Operation 'Party Favors' commences at dawn. We'll be in and out before the cake's even cut."