Molly poured over the blueprints of the children's party venue, a sprawling playcenter with ball pits and bouncing castles. Bill leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "I don't know, Molly. This one feels like a long shot. We're talking about a bunch of sugared-up five-year-olds. They're not exactly the security-conscious type." Molly's eyes sparkled with mischief. "That's exactly why it's going to work. Who expects thieves to crash a kiddie party? And think of the haul - all those shiny new toys and gift cards. We can fence them in no time." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You're not exactly getting a noble prize for this one, Molly. Stealing from kids?" Molly shrugged. "Hey, it's not like we're stealing from a charity. It's a bunch of privileged kids getting too much stuff anyway. And besides, their parents will just buy them more. We're just accelerating the inevitable." Bill chuckled. "You always know how to spin it, Molly. Alright, I'm in. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Molly grinned, rolling up the blueprints. "That's the spirit. Now, let's get to work. We have a party to crash."