Molly leaned back against the wall, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinised every detail of the room across the street. "Alright, Bill, talk me through it. How are we gonna pull this off without raising suspicion?" Bill, his voice calm and steady, began the explanation, "We wait until the party's in full swing. All the little ones will be busy with their games and cake. Then, we sneak in through the back door, nice and quiet." "What about all the parents? You know, the ones who won't stop bragging about their kids' piano recitals?" She scrunched her face, envisioning the potential obstacles. With an air of confidence, Bill continued, "Most parents will be too busy socialising to notice us, my dear Molly. We slip in, grab the loot, and vanish before anyone realises their presents are missing!" "And the party games? What if we get roped into a game of pin the tail on the donkey?" "Focus, Molly! We avoid the games, grab the goods, and make our escape. Think of the presents, the piles of colourful gifts, just waiting for us!" Bill's voice grew more enthusiastic. Molly smiled, "Oh, I can see it now. A room full of toys, and every one of them is ours for the taking. Alright, partner, let's do this. We'll show them that even a kids' party can be a goldmine!" As the conversation ended, they shared a conspiratorial grin, ready to execute their unusual heist.