"I'm telling you, Bill, this is the heist of the century," Molly said, sipping her coffee as they sat in the cramped diner. "What's the big deal about a bunch of kids' presents?" Bill replied, his eyes scanning the menu. "The big deal is that these aren't just any presents, my friend. These are top-of-the-line, designer-label, overpriced toys we're talking about. We're looking at a haul of at least five figures easy." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You're really excited about a bunch of toys, aren't you?" Molly's grin faltered for a moment before she recovered. "Hey, it's all about the thrill of the score, Bill. And what's more thrilling than relieving a bunch of screaming kids of their shiny new goodies?" Bill chuckled. "I suppose that's one way to look at it. But have you thought about the logistics? We're talking about a children's party here. How do we get past the parents, the hosts, the—" "Oh, please," Molly interrupted. "I've got that all mapped out. We'll pose as the entertainment. You can be the clown, I'll be the face-painter. We'll blend right in." Bill shook his head. "I don't know, Molly. I'm not exactly the clown type." "Come on, it'll be fun! You can wear a bright red nose and a wig. No one will ever suspect a thing." Bill sighed. "I suppose it's better than actually having to make balloon animals." Molly clapped her hands together. "That's the spirit! Now, let's discuss the party layout. I've managed to get my hands on the floor plan. We'll need to make our move during the cake-cutting ceremony—" "The cake-cutting ceremony?" Bill repeated. "You're really getting into the spirit of this, aren't you?" Molly gave him a withering look. "This is a highly Sophisticated operation, Bill. We need to have a sense of timing and precision. Besides, it's not every day we get to steal from a bunch of sugar-high six-year-olds." Bill snorted. "You're just excited to see me in a bright orange wig and oversized pants." Molly's eyes sparkled. "Okay, maybe a little. But I promise you, Bill, this is going to be the most fun you've had all year." Bill raised his hands in mock defeat. "Fine, I'm in. But if I end up getting puked on by a toddler, I'm blaming you." Molly grinned, triumphant. "That's the spirit, partner! Now let's get to work on those costumes."