The dimly lit café was their usual meeting spot, a private booth tucked away in the corner, offering a strategic view of the entrance. Molly, her curly hair tied up in a bright scarf, slid into the seat across from Bill, her longtime partner-in-crime. She fidgeted with the handle of her cup, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "So, Bill," Molly whispered, leaning forward, "we're really doing this. Breaking into a bunch of sugar-high kids' party to pinch their gifts. It's brilliant!" "Madness, pure madness," Bill chuckled, his voice deep and gravelly. "But that's why it might just work. When the client mentioned this job, I thought he was winding me up. Steal from a bunch of kids, of all things. But the payoff... it's huge." "Oh, I love it when they're generous! And it's not like these kids will miss the presents," Molly giggled. "I mean, remember that time we—" "Shh! Keep your voice down, Molly. Don't remind me of the casino fiasco. We got lucky there. Kids are different. Unpredictable." Bill's eyes darted around the room, his brows furrowed. Molly rolled her eyes. "Relax, will ya? It's just a bit of fun. And we're professionals, remember?" Bill smiled, unable to suppress a sense of anticipation. "Aye, that we are. And we're about to give these kids a lesson they won't forget."