Molly tapped her chin, eyeing the colorful poster of the children's party. "So, Bill, we stick to our plan, slip in, nab the gifts, and slide out before the mommy cameras catch on, right?" Bill nodded, twirling a lock of his hair. "Right. The kids won't see us coming with them in tow. Pranksters, not robbers." "But what if the presents are too heavy to carry?" Molly questioned, always the realist. "We'll go for the stuffed animals," Bill suggested with a smirk, "light and plush. Valuable for a small word." "Our faces will be covered. Painted on to resemble the plush kids. It'll be like a clown car stunt gone bad," Molly added with a grin. "Exactly, and I'll scope out the gift table from the lantern's light. Makes delivery look like we're practicing hiding techniques for some harmless game." "Brilliant," Molly agreed, scribbling down a checklist on her notepad. "Also, we'll avoid the living room. Likely loaded with expensive toys that'll put a bullet in our budget." Bill stroked his chin pensively. "No live action. Too risky. We shred those paper wrap when we're miles past this town." Molly flashed him a look of silenced mischief. "And with our new... connections, we can milk this for all it's worth." "Connection, huh?" Bill raised an eyebrow, already mentally planning how to pitch in the stolen goods. "The bigwig dealer has a soft spot for artisanal kibble. We'll climb this up, partner." Molly's confirmation was nothing less than satisfactory. And so, with a nod to their game, Molly and Bill tucked their audacious plan into their toolkit, a gleaming heist dressed as a harmless festive prank.