Molly leaned over the kitchen table, her eyes fixated on a printout of a floor plan. Bill stood behind her, sipping from a cup of steaming coffee, his expression dubious. "Are you serious, Molly?" he asked, his eyebrows raised. "A children's party?" "Absolutely," Molly replied, her voice firm. "Think about it, Bill. High security at banks, but a kids' party? No one expects it. It's the perfect cover." Bill took another sip, shaking his head. "I don't know. Kids are unpredictable. They could catch us at any moment." "Exactly," Molly said, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "That's what makes it so brilliant. We blend in, we act like we belong, and we snatch the presents when they're not looking." Bill set his coffee down, his skepticism turning to curiosity. "Okay, let's say I'm in. What's the plan?" Molly pointed to a section of the floor plan. "This is where they'll be setting up the gift table. We need to get in, grab what we can, and get out fast. We'll have about ten minutes before the chaos starts." "Chaos? What kind of party are you talking about?" Bill asked, his eyes widening. "It's a unicorn-themed birthday party," Molly explained. "Think pink, glitter, and a lot of screaming. We'll use the noise to our advantage." Bill chuckled. "Unicorns? You're serious about this, aren't you?" "Dead serious," Molly confirmed. "We'll dress up, blend in, and no one will be the wiser." Bill nodded, still unsure. "And how do we get the presents out without being noticed?" Molly reached into a bag and pulled out a pair of matching unicorn horns. "We come in costume, and we leave the same way. We'll have a van waiting a few blocks away. Simple as that." "Unicorn horns, Molly?" Bill asked, a smile creeping onto his face. "Are you sure this isn't a bit too much?" "Trust me, Bill. This is going to be the easiest heist we've ever pulled off," Molly said, her confidence unwavering. "Besides, we can use the money. We've been running low on funds since the last job went south." Bill sighed, then nodded. "Alright, I'm in. But if we get caught, I’m blaming it all on the unicorns." Molly laughed, a light, infectious sound. "Deal. Now, let's go over the details one more time. We need to make sure everything is perfect." "Okay, so we’ll arrive early, right?" Bill asked, marking the plan with his finger. "Maybe an hour before the party starts?" "Exactly. We'll scope out the area, figure out the best exit, and make sure our van is in the right spot," Molly said, her eyes scanning the floor plan. "Once the party starts, we'll head straight for the gift table. I'll distract the kids, and you'll grab the presents." "Distraction, huh?" Bill asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Got any ideas?" Molly pulled out a small, colorful piñata. "We'll set this up and break it open. The kids will be so focused on the candy, they won't even notice us taking the presents." Bill nodded, impressed. "You really have thought this through, haven't you?" "Every detail," Molly said, her grin growing. "This is going to be the heist of the year, Bill. Just wait and see." Bill took one last sip of his coffee, then set the cup down. "Alright, let's do it. But if we get arrested, I’m telling the judge it was all your idea." Molly laughed again, her excitement palpable. "It's all part of the plan, Bill. Now, let's get ready to become unicorns."