Molly leaned against the wall of the hotel lobby, glancing around to ensure nobody saw her eavesdrop on the conversations. Bill approached from behind, a sly grin on his face as he joined her surveilling stance. "So, the kids' party is in that ballroom over there, packed with the latest gadgets, gizmos, and gaming consoles." Bill pointed with faux excitment. "Think about it, Molly. No alarms, no security cameras, just walls of presents. A thief's paradise." Molly chuckled and tapped her chin, realizing the opportunity. "You know, Bill, as far as heist targets go, this one's a total no-brainer. No prying eyes, and even if the parents suspect a thing, they'd think it was the Tooth Fairy." "The way I see it," Bill continued, flashing a devious grin, "we're going as entertainers, right? Face painters or magicians, pull that curtain thing, and presto chango, our bags are full before the kids finish their ice cream." "Spellbinding, Bill," Molly said, her eyes sparkling. "Here's the catch though—we'd need those presents well priced to match the posh vibe of this joint. I'd suggest using a burner phone, encrypt those bad boys, and we sell 'em online, no trace left behind." "Alright, alright. I like where your head's at," Bill agreed, fisting his hand into the air. "You handle the burner part, I'll find us some entertainer costumes. We can work on those fake identities, and pick a good enough story to get us in the door unnoticed." Molly tapped her fingers together. "But the cherry on the top, Bill, timing. We don't want any tantrums or tears. How say, after the cake comes out? The kids'll be way too distracted by sugary goodness." Bill winked. "Looks like we've got ourselves a plan, Molly. This one's a steal, and it all goes down after the birthday cake. We'll be out before they catch on, and those parents will never know what hit 'em."