"Alright Bill, listen up," Molly whispered, her eyes darting around furtively. "We're gonna hit that kid's party and make off with all the loot." Bill scratched his head. "I dunno, Molly. Stealing from kids seems kinda low, even for us." "Low?" Molly scoffed. "This is high art, my friend. Think of the challenge! All those sticky-fingered little tykes ready to snatch their own presents. We'll be like ninjas in a candy store." "But what about the parents? Won't they, y'know, stop us?" Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Parents at a kid's party? They'll be too busy inhaling wine and trading passive-aggressive jabs to notice a thing." Bill still looked uncertain. "I dunno..." "Oh, come on!" Molly cajoled. "Where's your sense of adventure? Your lust for danger? Your...your...love of shiny, brightly-colored plastic crap?" Bill sighed. "Fine. But if we get caught, I'm telling them you made me do it." Molly grinned. "That's the spirit! Now, let's go make some children cry."