"I can't believe you want to steal presents from kids, Bill!" Molly exclaimed, her voice laced with an air of disbelief and a touch of morbid amusement. "A bit low, isn't it? I mean, this isn't Sandy Claws we're talking about here." Bill shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, presents are presents, Molly. These little spoiled brats have more than they could ever use. Think of it as redistribution of wealth." "Redistribution of wealth? From an eleven-year-old's birthday party? You're reaching new lows, Bill," Molly scoffed, her eyes narrowing as she doubled-checking their plan. "But I can't deny the mark. Those parents, the Bancrofts, they're loaded. The presents are bound to be worth a pretty penny." "They're gold, Molly. Pure gold. Or the closest us folks get to stainless steel. We're going for shiny and valuable," Bill explained, his face alight with an unspoken glee. "We're talking lavish birthday parties, filled with the latest gadgets and toys. And let me tell you, these kids? They don't need it. We do." Molly raised an eyebrow. "And you know this how, exactly?" "Oh, you know. A little snooping around. A little digging," Bill replied nonchalantly, tugging on his cuffed pants. "Besides, who needs morality when there's money involved?" "Or a conscience, apparently." Molly quipped, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And what about the jelly-filled donuts that might be there? I don't fancy having those on my face again." "Hey! The jelly-filled donut incident wasn't my fault! It was a bit of a surprise attack if you ask me. I wasn't expecting that many Angry Birds cupcakes either." Molly chuckled. "I know, right? I mean what even is an Angry Birds cupcake?" "When simple vanilla just isn't enough?" Bill joked, both of them bursting into laughter. They both quieted down after a couple of minutes, refocusing their attention towards the upcoming heist. "We need to get the blueprints of the house. I bet those art pieces are worth a fortune," said Molly, blouse untucked and revealing a series of circular tattoos around his midrif just briefly. "Yeah, and the collection of vintage dolls in the living room. Prime watches," added Bill. "Do you think we can get the presents without actually going inside?" Molly asked, her brow furrowed. Her brow always furrowed when she was in deep thought, it twitched when she didn't like the direction of the conversation. Evidently Molly did not like the idea of entering children's birthday parties. "We need to enter, though we could always just grab the presents with the overflow in the backyard play area." "Less risk that way." However, Bill just shrugged. "Bill, listen. My gut knows best. Trust Molly's gut. There is no risk when it comes to Molly's gut. Now can you compromise?" Molly appeared scared of sorts, she always did when inside before a heist. The air was thick, hot with excitement and nerves. It was so warm that Bill started perspiring nervously. "Molly, I could compromise" Bill paused mid sentence with the direction of the conversation, "and we need to wear masks. We need to cover our tracks." "Deal! Simple knit ones would work fine. Let's pick some outside," Molly replied, her brown eyes sparkling with a touch of excitement as she mentally calculated how best they could execute their plan without being noticed.