Molly and Bill sat at the cramped kitchen table, pouring over a hand-drawn map of the children's party venue. The birthday boy's name, Timmy, scrawled across the top of the page in glittery letters. "I'm telling you, it's the perfect score," Molly said, her eyes shining with excitement. "A room full of rich parents and their naive little ones. The presents are going to be top-notch." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And the security?" Molly snorted. "Please, it's a children's party. They'll be too busy playing Pin the Tail on the Donkey to notice us." Bill leaned back in his chair, a skeptical look on his face. "I don't know, Molly. This is a lot of risk for a bunch of kids' toys and maybe some cash." Molly's face fell, but only for a moment. "Ah, come on, Bill. It's not just about the loot. It's about the thrill of the heist. The art of stealing from the most unsuspecting marks in the world." Bill chuckled. "You're a real softie, Molly." Molly grinned. "Hey, I'm just a lover of the finer things in life. And what's finer than a room full of kids' presents, just waiting to be pilfered?" Bill shook his head. "You're impossible." Molly leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. "So, are you in?" Bill sighed. "I'm in. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Molly pumped her fist in the air. "Yes! Now, let's get down to business. We need to get costumes, figure out the best way to get in and out...and most importantly, we need to find out what kind of snacks they'll be serving." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Snacks?" Molly's face was dead serious. "We need to fuel up for this job, Bill. We can't be sneaking around on an empty stomach." Bill laughed. "You're crazy, Molly." Molly smiled sweetly. "That's why I'm the best in the business." As they began to make their plan, the sound of children's laughter and the wail of a balloon animal twisting in the background made Molly and Bill both laugh. "Okay, okay, let's focus," Molly said, patting the map. "We have a party to crash." "I'll start working on the costumes," Bill said, standing up. "What's the dress code?" Molly grinned. "Think 'enthusiastic party helper'. We want to blend in." Bill nodded and headed out of the kitchen. Molly remained seated, her eyes fixed on the map. A plan was forming, and she couldn't wait to put it into action. "This is going to be the best heist ever," she whispered to herself, a sly smile spreading across her face.