"Listen up, Bill," Molly whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "This is our chance to score big." Bill scratched his head, furrowing his brow. "A children's party? Really, Molly? Isn't that a bit low, even for us?" Molly waved her hand dismissively. "Don't be such a stick in the mud. Think about it – all those shiny new toys, just waiting to be liberated." "Liberated?" Bill snorted. "Is that what you're calling it these days?" "Call it what you want," Molly retorted. "But just imagine the look on those little rugrats' faces when they realize their presents are gone." Bill grimaced. "I don't know, Molly. Stealing from kids? That's a new low." "Oh, come on," Molly cajoled. "We're not stealing from the kids directly. We're just… redistributing their presents to a more appreciative audience." "Like us, you mean?" Bill deadpanned. Molly grinned. "Exactly! You're catching on." Bill shook his head, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "You're incorrigible, you know that?" "And you love it," Molly shot back. "Now, here's the plan…" For the next few minutes, Molly outlined her daring scheme, complete with intricate hand gestures and sound effects. Bill listened with a mixture of amusement and apprehension, occasionally interjecting with a skeptical comment or question. "…and then we make our grand escape, leaving a trail of bewildered party-goers in our wake," Molly concluded triumphantly. Bill rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "It's certainly an ambitious plan, I'll give you that. But what if we get caught?" Molly scoffed. "Caught? Us? Please, Bill, have a little faith. We're professionals." "Professional thieves, maybe," Bill muttered. "Details, details," Molly waved her hand dismissively. "The important thing is, we'll be rich!" "Rich in stolen toys, you mean," Bill corrected. Molly rolled her eyes. "You're really hung up on the morality of this, aren't you?" "Someone has to be the voice of reason," Bill retorted. "And that someone is always you," Molly grumbled. "Fine, if you're so concerned, we'll donate a portion of the loot to charity." Bill raised an eyebrow. "A portion?" "A small portion," Molly amended. "Just enough to ease your guilty conscience." Bill sighed. "I suppose that's better than nothing." Molly clapped her hands together. "Excellent! Then it's settled. Operation Steal the Presents is a go." "Do we really have to call it that?" Bill groaned. Molly grinned impishly. "What, you don't like the name? I thought it had a nice ring to it." Bill shook his head, but a reluctant smile tugged at his lips. "You're impossible, you know that?" "And you wouldn't have it any other way," Molly said with a wink. "Now, let's go make some kids cry."