"Alright, Bill, here's the deal. We're hitting the Frostwoods' kiddie party tomorrow." Molly's voice was a low whisper, but it crackled with excitement. Bill raised an eyebrow. "The Frostwoods? Those hedge fund hobnobbers? Their kid's birthday party? You gotta be kidding me." Molly shook her head, her eyes gleaming. "Nope. Think about it, Bill. They're loaded. Their kid's probably swimming in more presents than some toy stores. It's like hitting the jackpot without the RNG." Bill scratched his chin, pondering. "Okay, so we waltz in, blend with the nannies and the clowns, and just snatch the presents? Sounds easy." Molly snorted. "Easy? Bill, these are the Frostwoods. They've got more security than a presidential motorcade. We gotta be slicker than a greased weasel in a drainpipe." Bill chuckled. "So, what's the plan, boss? You got some crazy gadget to turn us invisible?" Molly rolled her eyes. "As much as I'd love a shrink ray, no. We go in as caterers. They've got a fleet of servers, we'll just be another face in the crowd." Bill frowned. "Caterers? Molly, I can't cook a grilled cheese sandwich without burning it." Molly patted his shoulder. "No cooking involved, Bill. We're just there to serve drinks and canapes. Easy peasy." "And how do we get the presents?" Molly flashed a mischievous grin. "While everyone's distracted by the magician pulling rabbits out of hats, we stash the loot in the catering van. Simple." Bill whistled. "Well, I guess it's better than my original plan of dressing up as a giant duck and hoping for the best." Molly laughed. "That would have been a sight, Bill. A sight, indeed." She checked her watch. "We gotta hit the costume shop tomorrow morning. Time to become the most sophisticated criminals in catering history." Bill nodded, a determined glint in his eye. "Alright, Molly. Let's do this. Just promise me one thing." Molly raised an eyebrow. "What's that?" Bill grinned. "No clown suits. I draw the line at clown suits." Molly chuckled. "Deal, Bill. No clown suits. Now, let's get some rest. Big day tomorrow." They exchanged a knowing look, the thrill of the heist buzzing in the air between them. Tomorrow, they would be legends. Or at least, they'd have a heck of a story to tell.