Molly and Bill sat in the dimly lit coffee shop, sipping their lattes and pouring over the blueprints of the Children's Party Palace. The sounds of screaming children and the tinny music of a never-ending loop of kid-friendly pop songs filled the air, making them both wince. "Alright, so the party is in two hours," Molly said, tapping her finger on the diagram. "We need to be in and out in under 30 minutes." "Easy peasy," Bill replied, grinning. "We've got the skill, the brains, and the... um, questionable moral compass." Molly chuckled. "That's what makes us the best in the business. Now, let's go over the plan. We'll sneak in through the ventilation shaft, make our way to the present room, and grab as many gifts as we can carry." "And what's the plan for the inevitable sugar-high meltdown that will occur when we're caught?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow. "We'll just have to improvise," Molly said, shrugging. "Hey, it's not like we've never dealt with a few cranky kids before." "But Molly, have you seen the guest list? There's a entire kindergarten class attending this shindig. We're talking about 30 tiny, tantrum-throwing monsters here." Molly glared at him. "Stop focusing on the worst-case scenario, Bill. We're professionals. We can handle a few toddlers." "A few toddlers?" Bill repeated. "You're crazy. We're going to get cream-pied, Molly. I can see it now: news headline, 'TWO THIEVES CAUGHT IN PRESENT HEIST, COVERED IN FROSTING AND TEARS'." Molly giggled. "Now you're just being dramatic. Come on, let's gear up. We've got a heist to pull off." As they packed up their gear, Molly couldn't help but notice the look of unease on Bill's face. "Bill, what's wrong?" He fidgeted with his gloves. "I don't know, man. I just get a bad feeling about this one. It's not like we're stealing from adults, who can, you know, handle it. These are kids' presents. It's like we're kicking puppies." Molly rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. It's just stuff, Bill. They'll get more presents on their next birthday. And think of all the fun we'll have, outsmarting a bunch of kids and their clueless parents." Bill sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But if I get caught and have to endure a 30-minute rendition of 'The Wheels on the Bus', I'm blaming you." Molly grinned. "Deal. Now, let's get to work and get those presents." As they slipped out of the coffee shop, Bill muttered, "I'm going to need a raise."