Molly, sprawled on the worn-out couch, looked up from her map of the neighborhood. "You sure about this, Bill? A children's party? That's low, even for us." Bill, hunched over his laptop at the rickety table, shrugged. "It's not about the kids, Molly. It's about the parents. Rich ones, too. They'll be too busy sipping mimosas to notice us snatching the presents." Molly raised an eyebrow. "And what about the kids? You think they won't notice?" Bill waved a dismissive hand. "They'll be too busy playing 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey' or whatever games kids play these days. Besides, we'll be in and out before they even start crying for their naptime." Molly sighed, looking back at the map. "I don't know, Bill. This feels... wrong." Bill looked up, his eyes meeting Molly's. "Wrong? Molly, we've stolen from art galleries, museums, even that one time from the zoo—" "Yeah, and I'm still finding feathers in my coat from that peacock fiasco," Molly interjected. Bill chuckled. "Exactly. This is just another job. Besides, think of it as... redistributing wealth. Those kids have too many toys anyway." Molly rolled her eyes. "Redistributing wealth? Really? You're going to pull the Robin Hood card on this one?" Bill grinned. "If the tights fit..." Molly laughed despite herself. "Alright, but we do this my way. No smashing windows or causing a ruckus. We go in, grab the presents, and leave. Clean and simple." Bill saluted her. "Yes, ma'am. Clean and simple." Molly studied the map again, tracing her finger along the street. "We'll park here, at the end of the street. We can cut through the Johnson's yard—they're on vacation. That'll lead us right to the party." Bill nodded, typing away on his laptop. "I'll hack into the security system. Shouldn't be too hard, they're using a basic setup. We'll have about ten minutes before the system reboots." Molly looked up. "Ten minutes? That's not much time, Bill." Bill shrugged. "It's a kids' party, Molly. How many presents could there be?" Molly shook her head, a smirk playing on her lips. "You clearly haven't been to a kids' party lately." Bill closed his laptop, standing up. "Well, we'll find out tomorrow, won't we?" Molly folded the map, tucking it into her pocket. "Guess so. But if we get caught because you underestimated the mountain of presents, I'm blaming you." Bill laughed, walking towards the door. "Deal. Now, let's go get some lunch. I'm starving." Molly followed him out, shaking her head. "Only you could think about food at a time like this." Bill winked. "It's all part of the plan, Molly. We need our strength for tomorrow." Molly chuckled as they stepped out into the sunlight. "Well, in that case, lunch is on you."