Molly and Bill huddled together in their cramped, windowless apartment, a single bare bulb dangling above them like a forgotten party favor. The room was a clutter of maps, blueprints, and empty pizza boxes—the remnants of their latest heist planning marathon. "Alright, Bill," Molly said, slapping a fresh sheet of paper onto the coffee table. "We've got the layout of the party venue. It's a big, fancy house. Lots of nooks and crannies." Bill scratched his stubble, leaning in to examine the crude drawing. "And you're sure about this, Mol? Stealing from a kids' party? Seems a bit... low." Molly rolled her eyes. "Come on, Bill! It's not like we're stealing their puppies. We're talking about a pile of presents that's probably as tall as you are." Bill frowned, his eyes scanning the sketch. "But what about the kids? Won't they be heartbroken?" Molly waved a dismissive hand. "They'll get over it. Besides, we're doing their parents a favor. Teaching them a valuable lesson about materialism and the impermanence of worldly possessions." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You're saying we're philosophical thieves now?" Molly grinned. "Exactly. Now, pay attention. The party starts at 2 PM. We'll need to blend in." Bill looked down at his worn jeans and t-shirt. "Blend in? With a bunch of six-year-olds?" "Well, maybe not you," Molly teased. "But I could pass for a precocious teen. I'll be the magician's assistant. You can be the... gardener." Bill sighed. "Great. From master thief to pruning bushes." Molly ignored him. "The presents will be piled up here," she said, pointing at the sketch. "Under the giant inflatable dinosaur." "Inflatable dinosaur?" Bill echoed. "Yep. And here's the best part—the magician's finale involves making the dinosaur 'disappear.' When the kids are distracted, we make our move." Bill rubbed his chin. "So, we're stealing presents from under a dinosaur while a magician pulls off a trick. This is starting to sound more like a farce than a heist." Molly chuckled. "Think of it as a challenge. Besides, we need the money. Our rent's due, and we can't keep living off cold pizza." Bill looked around the shabby apartment and sighed. "Alright, Mol. Let's do it. But if I end up having to perform a puppet show, I'm drawing the line." Molly laughed, clapping him on the back. "Deal. Now let's go find you a green thumb."