In the grimy, cramped kitchen of their rented flat, Molly and Bill huddled over a hand-drawn map, a half-eaten pizza growing cold between them. The map was a child's treasure trove, marked with tiny pirate ships and X's, but to Molly and Bill, it was a blueprint for their next heist. "A children's party, Bill? Really?" Molly raised an eyebrow, her lips curling around a slice of pizza. "We're reduced to stealing from kiddies now?" Bill looked up from the map, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's not just any party, Molls. It's the mayor's grandkid's bash. The press will be there, security will be tight, and the presents? They'll be worth a fortune." Molly snorted. "You want us to break into a high-security party to steal from a bunch of snot-nosed brats?" "Think about it," Bill said, leaning back in his chair. "Those 'snot-nosed brats' have parents with deep pockets. We're talking top-of-the-line toys, collectibles, maybe even some family heirlooms passed down as gifts." Molly rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a smirk. "And how do you propose we blend in? I'm not exactly the maternal type." Bill chuckled, pointing to a corner of the map marked 'Petting Zoo'. "We'll be the animal handlers. I've got a contact who can loan us a couple of goats and some chickens. We'll stroll right in, no questions asked." Molly laughed, nearly choking on her pizza. "Goats, Bill? Really? And what do we do with them once we're in?" "We let them loose," Bill said with a shrug. "Create a bit of chaos, grab the presents, and make our exit." Molly stared at him, her laughter subsiding. "That's either genius or insane. I can't quite decide which." "It's both, Molls. All the best plans are." Bill grinned, folding the map carefully. "So, what do you say? In and out, quick and clean. Just like old times." Molly sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Alright, Bill. But if I get trampled by a herd of goats or caught by a bunch of toddlers, I'm blaming you." Bill's grin widened. "That's the spirit, Molls. That's the spirit." As they clinked beer bottles in a mock salute, Molly couldn't help but shake her head, already envisioning the madness that was sure to ensue. This was either their stupidest idea yet or their most brilliant. Either way, it was certainly the most entertaining. And isn't that what life was all about?