Molly leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper, as she studied the layout of the party venue on her phone. "Alright, I've got the blueprints. The entrance is on the south side, and the main event is being held in the community center. That's where we want to be, of course. The expensive toys." Bill nodded, his eyes fixed on the sticky buns in the party spread that Molly had scoured from the trash for them to snack on. "And what about security?" "Two bouncers at the door, and I'm sure the parents will have their eyes peeled for anyone suspicious. Although, by the time they notice us, we'll have already made off with the loot." Molly chuckled, popping a bashed-in Nutella-filled brioche into her mouth. Bill raised an eyebrow, crumbs dropping from his lips. "And the presents themselves? What can we expect?" Molly tapped the screen, her finger dancing across the images of various toys. "A lot of expensive crap. Lots of dollhouses, and several rare figurines. Oh, and I heard the Steiner kid is having a birthday here, so we're looking at a solid haul of the entire Lego collector's series. Plus, any tech the wealthy parents can give their sugar-addled kids for the holidays." Bill grunted, more sugar pouring out of his mouth onto the table. "You know, we really should branch out our crew. More diversity and whatnot." Molly cut her eyes at him, sugar still between her teeth. "The way people talk about white-collar crime being outdated is a total myth, Bill. There's something to be said about getting paid to be a sneaky little thief. No more boring tech-jumps for ransomware, or expensive diamonds." Bill shrugged, the pastries scattered in front of him abandoned in favor of a granola bar. "Some people want the easy cash. Others like the sport of it." Molly's lips curled into a sly smile. "That's why we team up, Bill. Sometimes you've got the brains, sometimes I've got the brains, and more often than not, we've got each other's six. Or rather, each other's glittering, gleaming, coveted stash of spoils." Bill snorted, shaking his head in mock admonishment. "Good one, Molly. You think too much about glitter. You're starting to sound like Cindy." Molly groaned, waving her hand vaguely in the direction of Bill's legs. "Don't even. This is a new look. It's...experiences." Their laughter drew a puzzled glance from the catering staff, already loading up leftovers into the van to transport back to their HQ. Bill's gaze snapped back to his shoes, a moment lasting enough for his partner to have time to snatch and hand him an unused piece of stick-floss from her hair. Without batting an eyelash, Bill leaned in to disentangle the loose fibers. The atmosphere took the edge off, Molly smiling mischievously in anticipation as the two thieves started strategizing for their next heist.