In the grimy corner of The Leaky Faucet, a pub as rundown as a forgotten toy, Molly and Bill huddled together, their heads bent over a hand-drawn map like a pair of misguided treasure hunters. "Alright, so the party starts at 1400 hours," Molly said, tapping her finger on the scribbled 'Start Time' note. She was a slip of a woman, all sharp eyes and quick grins, her red hair a fiery halo. Bill, a lumbering bear of a man with a hearty laugh, squinted at the map. "You sure about this, Mol? Stealing from kids, ain't that a bit... low?" Molly rolled her eyes. "We're not stealing from the kids, Bill. We're stealing from the spoiled brat's rich parents. They won't even notice. Besides, it's not like we're taking the party food. Just the presents." Bill scratched his chin, still uncertain. "But what if the kids catch us? I don't want to be responsible for a room full of crying toddlers." "That's why we go in during the piñata chaos," Molly explained, pointing at the crude drawing of a donkey piñata. "Kids will be focused on the candy, parents on their phones. We'll be in and out like Santa on Christmas Eve." Bill chuckled. "You've really thought this through, haven't you?" Molly grinned. "I've had my eye on this party for weeks. The little darling's parents posted the invite on social media. Who does that?" "Rich idiots, that's who," Bill sighed, tracing the escape route on the map. "But what about the presents? Won't they be expecting loads?" "They've got an entire room dedicated to the presents, Bill. We'll stuff our bags and no one will notice until we're long gone." Molly's eyes gleamed with mischief. Bill leaned back, his chair creaking under his weight. "And what's our cut? Fifty-fifty?" Molly nodded. "As always. But remember, we're not doing this for the money. We're doing this for the thrill, the adventure, the—" "The look on their faces when they realize they've been robbed by the best?" Bill finished with a laugh. Molly raised her glass. "Exactly. To another thrilling heist." Bill clinked glasses with her. "To not making the kids cry." Molly laughed, taking a swig of her drink. "Deal. Now, let's go over the plan one more time. We can't afford any mistakes." As they bent their heads over the map again, their laughter echoed through the pub, blending with the clinking glasses and murmuring patrons, a symphony of mischief and camaraderie.