"Molly, have you ever stolen from a kids' party?" Bill asked, leaning back in his chair. "Are you kidding? It’s an untapped goldmine," Molly replied, eyes gleaming. "Think of all the wrapped presents just lying around." "But kids are terrifying," Bill said, shuddering. "They have those high-pitched screams." "We won’t get caught, Bill. We’re professionals," Molly assured him. "We just need a distraction." "Like what? A clown?" "No, Bill. A clown is too obvious. We need something subtle," Molly explained. "Like a piñata filled with fake money." "Fake money? That's genius!" Bill exclaimed. "They’ll be so busy grabbing it, they won’t notice us slipping the presents into our bags." "Exactly. We’ll blend in with the parents, and voilà," Molly said, snapping her fingers. "By the time they realize, we’ll be long gone." "What if someone recognizes us?" "Bill, we’ll wear ridiculous costumes. No one will suspect a thing," Molly said, pulling out a costume box. "We could be Elsa and Olaf for all they know." "Okay, but what about the birthday kid?" "We’ll make sure they get a shiny, empty box. Problem solved," Molly said, grinning. "Trust me, this is foolproof." "Alright, I’m in. Let’s do it," Bill said, finally convinced. "But if we get caught, I’m saying you talked me into it." "Deal," Molly laughed, shaking his hand. "Now, let’s go get those presents."