Molly adjusted the security system blueprint on her phone, her eyes scanning the nuances of the high-tech lock. Bill leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching her with a mix of amusement and disdain. "I mean, come on Molly, a children's party? Practically begging to be robbed," he said, a smirk spreading across his face. Molly looked up, her expression dry. "Artistic vision, that's what it is. We're not just stealing gifts, we're reassigning someone else's concept of 'fun'." "And the security job is just the bonus," Bill added, his eyes glinting with excitement. Molly snorted. "Bingo. Now, where's the drill coming in?" Bill snapped his fingers. "Right, I left it in the getaway car. We can use the noise as a cover." Molly nodded. "Perfect. And if we time it right, we can take everything – teddy bears to toy spaceships. Quality gifts only." "The poor owners are going to freak when they realize half their child's booty is gone forever," Bill chuckled. Molly hesitated, then looked at Bill with an ironic smile. "You really are something else, aren't you?"