"Molly, listen to me. This heist is gonna be easier than you think. Kids' parties, right?" Bill chuckled as he paced around the dimly lit living room, his girthy frame casting a comical shadow on the wall. Molly sighed dramatically, flopping back onto the couch. "I don't know, Bill. It's a kids' party, not a high-security vault." She readjusted her powered heels, giving a scoff. "What's there to steal?" "Think about it," Bill interrupted. "All those adorable little rascals opening their presents. It's like one giant birthday eruption of valuables! Brand-new toys, fancy gadgets, a child's Mercedes Benz. That one kid, Tommy Handlesworth, his birthday party last year? One-year-old plays the piano; I bet he's droppin' some Benjamins on the young prince." Molly gaped in awe. "A baby who plays piano? That's terrifying and fantastic." Bill grinned, warming up. "Exactly! Imagine the cash we could get on those presents. Even subscription boxes. Hehe, we make a nice profit before the overzealous Mary Poppins impersonator even gets there to 'celebrate'." "Like anyone would actually put their presents in a 'birthday box'." Molly quipped sarcastically, detaching her blonde clip-on hair. "They have us fooled." Bill's grin turned rigid. "Need to. Easy access.", Bill gestured. "In and out. No messy gifts." "Alright, let's do this generic party your way," Molly agreed eventually, placing on grey wig. "Great!" Bill groaned near Molly. "Now just imagine we're home-schooled kids. And we don't understand sarcasm."