Molly, sprawled on the couch, studied the blueprint like it was a complex piece of art. "You sure about this, Bill? A children's party? Really?" Bill, pacing around the room, shrugged. "It's genius, Molly. No one suspects a children's party. Plus, have you seen the value of these toys? Some kids these days have better tech than we do!" Molly raised an eyebrow. "We're stealing from kids now? Isn't that a bit low, even for us?" Bill paused, sighed, and then plopped down next to her. "We're not stealing from the kids, Molly. We're stealing from the spoiled, overindulgent parents. Besides, we'll donate some of it to charity. Think of it as... redistributing wealth." Molly chuckled. "Robin Hood and his merry maid, huh? Alright, let's go through the plan. How do we get in?" Bill grinned, pulling out a clown nose from his pocket. "We blend in. I'll be the world's worst balloon artist, and you—" "Oh no," Molly interjected, hands up. "I am not dressing up as a clown, Bill." "Not a clown," Bill reassured her. "A magician's assistant. You'll look... enchanting." Molly rolled her eyes but smirked. "Fine. So, we're in. Then what?" Bill pointed at the blueprint. "Party's on the second floor. We mingle, keep the kids happy, and when the time's right, we slip into the present room, swap the gifts with the decoys we brought, and leave." "And what about security?" Molly asked. "Two cameras, easily avoidable. And the security guard is a softie for donuts. I'll keep him occupied," Bill said, patting his stomach. Molly laughed. "You've thought of everything, haven't you?" Bill winked. "That's why you love working with me." Molly shook her head, still smiling. "Alright, but if I end up with a face full of cream pie, I swear—" "You'll what?" Bill challenged, grinning. "Throw a tantrum like a kid?" Molly punched him lightly on the arm. "Just make sure we pull this off without any tears—from the kids or us." Bill rubbed his arm, laughing. "Deal. Now let's go make some kids' day... eventually." As they clinked their coffee mugs in a mock cheer, Molly couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and apprehension. This was either going to be their easiest heist or their most ridiculous failure. Either way, it was going to be one hell of a party.