Molly, sprawled on the worn-out couch in their shabby apartment, looked up from her laptop. "You know, Bill, I've been casing jobs all week, and I think I've found our next big score." Bill, hunched over the kitchen table, paused his meticulous polishing of their lock-picking tools. "Oh yeah? What is it this time? Another bank job? A museum heist?" Molly grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Nope. A children's party." Bill blinked, his bushy eyebrows shooting up. "A what now?" "You heard me," Molly said, turning the laptop around to show him a picture of a lavishly decorated garden. "The Larsons are throwing their kid the birthday party of the century. And we're going to steal all the presents." Bill stared at her, his mouth agape. "Molly, have you lost your mind? We're thieves, not Grinches." Molly rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, Bill. It's not like we're stealing from the kids. We're stealing from the rich parents who spent way too much on expensive toys just to one-up each other." Bill frowned, scratching his beard. "I don't know, Molly. It seems... wrong." Molly leaned forward, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Think about it, Bill. Those presents are just sitting there, waiting to be taken. And the best part? No one will suspect a thing. Who steals from a children's party?" Bill sighed, setting down his polishing cloth. "And how exactly do you plan on pulling this off? We can't just waltz in there and start loading up our bags." Molly's grin widened. "We'll go undercover. I'll be the face painter, and you can be the balloon artist. We'll blend right in." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And when did you learn how to face paint?" Molly shrugged. "I watched a few YouTube videos. How hard can it be?" Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "Famous last words, Molly. Famous last words." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, stop worrying. It'll be fun. Besides, think about all the happy kids who'll get these toys after we... redistribute them." Bill sighed, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You're impossible, you know that?" Molly grinned, jumping up from the couch. "But you love me for it. Now come on, we've got a party to crash."