Molly leaned over the table, her eyes gleaming under the dim kitchen light. "Bill, I've been thinking. What if our next job is... a children's party?" Bill raised an eyebrow, stirring his lukewarm tea. "A what?" "A children's party! Think about it. Loads of presents, minimal security, and everyone's too focused on the clown to notice a thing." Bill shook his head, chuckling. "Molly, are you serious? We'd be the world's most pathetic criminals." "Hey, it's a goldmine, I tell you! We blend in, grab the gifts, and voila! We retire to a land of milk and honey." "Retire on candy and stuffed animals? Molly, I think you've been in this game too long." "It's not about the loot, Bill. It's the thrill, the fun! Plus, think of the stories. 'The Party Bandits' - it has a nice ring to it." "Molly, you're off your rocker. But you know what? It sounds so crazy, it just might work." Bill took a deep breath, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let's steal us a party, Molly!"