Bill shook his head, a bemused smile spreading across his face as he listened to his partner in crime, Molly, outline their next caper. They were huddled in a secluded booth at their favorite dive bar, the kind of place that welcomed patrons with a healthy disregard for questions of legality and morality. "A children's party?" Bill said, his tone a mixture of disbelief and amusement. "You want us to hit a kiddie party? Are you serious, Molls?" Molly, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint, leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table. "Oh, I'm dead serious, Billy Boy. Think about it: a bunch of unsuspecting rugrats, their parents dropping wads of cash on gifts, all in the name of a good time. We waltz in, grab the goods, and make our exit before anyone can say 'pass the punch.'" "It sounds risky," Bill replied, scratching his stubble. "Kids are unpredictable. They could start bawling at any moment, and then we'd have a herd of parents swooping in, faster than you can say 'time for cake.'" "That's why we time it right," Molly countered, her fingers drumming on the table in excitement. "We go in when they're all distracted, in the middle of some sugar-induced frenzy. With any luck, they won't even notice the presents are gone until we're long gone." "And what about the parents? Won't they be keeping an eye on things?" "That's the beauty of it," Molly said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "This particular party is at one of those bounce-house places. You know, the warehouse-sized castles of inflatable fun. Parents drop the kids off and leave. It's like a free-for-all in there. Chaos ensures, my friend, and chaos is our ally." Bill took a sip of his beer, his eyes narrowing in thought. "Alright, I admit, it's got potential. But we still need to be careful. One mistake, and we could end up on the wrong side of a very embarrassing police report." "That's why we plan it out," Molly insisted, her enthusiasm infectious. "We scope the place, figure out the timing, and make sure we have a quick escape route. With our skills, we can pull this off, no problem." Bill chuckled, shaking his head again. "Alright, you've convinced me. Let's do it. But if we end up in a roomful of crying kiddos, I'm holding you responsible." "Deal," said Molly, extending her hand with a grin. "Now, let's make some kids very unhappy on their birthday, shall we?"