Molly's eyes gleamed with excitement as she leaned in close to Bill, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Alright, Bill, listen up. We're talking millions, my friend. Not just the trinkets and trappings of childhood magic, but the rare artifacts. The ones that'll set these kids up for life." Bill's eyes widened, his fingers drumming a staccato rhythm on the wall. "First, we scope the joint. Gather intel on the layout of the party. Who's the birthday girl? What time does the music start? Do they have any security cameras?" Molly ticked off the points on her fingers, her voice building to a crescendo. Bill took a deep breath, his chest expanding with excitement. "And then, kidnap the guests. Not just the birthday girl, but her entire family. We'll throw them off the scent with a nice little diversion while you swap the presents with some of the more... valuable items." Molly's eyes sparkled with malevolent intent. "Which one to target first? The dolls, or the action figures?" Bill asked, his fingers resting on the axe in the glove.