Molly leaned in, the mischievous glint in her eyes betraying her excitement. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan. We're gonna hit that kids' party and clean them out of every last present." Bill scratched his chin, a frown creasing his brow. "I don't know, Molly. Stealing from a bunch of kids? That seems low, even for us." "Low?" Molly scoffed. "This is the big score we've been waiting for. Do you have any idea how much loot those parents are gonna be bringing?" "But those presents are for the kids. Can't we just, I don't know, pull off a different job instead?" Bill shifted uncomfortably. Molly rolled her eyes. "Bill, you big softie. This is our chance to make it big. Think of the Caribbean beaches, the fancy champagne, the adoring fans. All we gotta do is snatch a few toys." Bill sighed, his resolve crumbling. "Alright, fine. But I'm not happy about it." "That's the spirit!" Molly clapped him on the back. "Now, here's what we're gonna do..."