"Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly whispered, flipping through her notes. "The party starts at noon, right? We need to get in and out before anyone notices." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Stealing from kids? Classy, Molly, real classy." Molly rolled her eyes. "They're not just any kids. These are rich, spoiled brats from the upper east side. Their parents are loaded. It's not like they'll miss a few toys." "Still feels wrong," Bill muttered, adjusting his cap. "What are we looking for again?" "Gifts, big and small," Molly said, grinning. "The more expensive, the better. Their parents will freak out over a few missing items. It's the perfect distraction for us to grab the real haul." Bill sighed, shaking his head. "Fine, but I'm driving. Your sense of direction is worse than a drunk pigeon." "Hey!" Molly protested. "I'll have you know I've gotten us out of some sticky situations." "Yeah, after getting us into them," Bill retorted. Molly chuckled. "Just make sure you're there on time. I don't want to do this alone." "Wouldn't miss it," Bill replied. "But I still think this is a bad idea." Molly winked. "Trust me, by the end of this, you'll be thanking me."