Molly: "So, are you sure this is a great idea, Bill?" Bill: "C'mon, Molly. There's no better place to score a bunch of loot than a children's party, especially with all the parents distracted with their pint-sized tyrants." Molly: "I just hope we won't get caught. I mean, you know how sneaky those little eyes are." Bill: "Relax. We'll blend in like adult guests. You as the fun uncle, me as the eccentric magician. Voila!" Molly: "You actually have a wand, right?" Bill: "Duh. Old prop from Clive's juggling gigs. How hard can this be, really? We grab the presents, and 'poof,' we're gone before anyone notices." Molly: "Well, the birthday boy better not be too attached to his main present. I'd hate to disappoint a child's dreams." Bill: "Oh, don't worry. We'll leave a fake note behind, saying it was taken by the 'Candy Chameleon' or something, make it all part of the game. Kids love fantasies like that." Molly: "Being a criminal never was this much fun. I guess some basic stealing is a lot more enjoyable with a bit of jolly flair." Bill: "Exactly. We're making things magical, Molly. Remember the time we did the museum job? No one enjoyed that like the poor kid who got a flashlight in the head. This, on the other hand..." Molly: "Yeah, this one's all about the excitement. That's why we're pros." Bill: "Molly, there's nothing more thrilling than a room full of goodies hidden in plain sight... and a whole bunch of crocodile tears we won't have to wipe." Molly and Bill shared a grin. They were ready to crash this party, just as the co-authors of the day's unexpected fantasy. They had a plan, a charm, and a wand—what else could they ask for?