In the grimy, cluttered apartment that served as their makeshift headquarters, Molly sprawled on the couch, studying a crudely drawn map. Bill, her lanky accomplice, paced the room, his fingers drumming nervously on the arm of his glasses. "A children's party, Molly?" Bill asked, his voice laced with skepticism. "Isn't that a bit... low?" Molly glanced up, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Low? Bill, it's genius. Who's going to suspect a couple of party crashers? Besides, these aren't just any kids. They're the offspring of the ridiculously rich. Those presents are going to be worth a fortune." Bill sighed, adjusting his glasses. "I don't know, Molly. Stealing from kids... it feels wrong." Molly sat up, swinging her legs off the couch. "Wrong? Bill, we're thieves. Since when do we worry about morals? Besides, think of it as... redistribution of wealth. Those kids have too much anyway. We're just evening the scales." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Robin Hood, are we now?" Molly laughed, standing up and clapping him on the back. "Exactly! Now, come on, let's go over the plan again." She pointed to the map, a rough sketch of a large house and its surrounding gardens. "We enter here, through the gardens. The party will be in full swing, so no one will notice a couple of extra faces. We mingle, we smile, we blend in." Bill nodded, his gaze following the path on the map. "And the presents?" "In the main hall," Molly said, grinning. "We'll have to be quick. I'll distract the crowd, you grab the presents, and we'll rendezvous back here." Bill looked dubious. "Distract the crowd? How?" Molly's grin widened. "I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Leave that to me." Bill sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I still don't feel good about this, Molly. But I trust you." Molly clapped him on the back again. "That's the spirit! Now, let's get ready. We've got a party to crash." As they gathered their equipment, Molly hummed a cheerful tune, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Bill watched her, his expression a mix of resignation and amusement. Despite his reservations, he couldn't help but get swept up in her enthusiasm. After all, this was Molly's specialty - turning the ordinary into the extraordinary, the mundane into the exciting. And who was he to argue with that? He was just along for the ride.