The dimly lit diner was the perfect place for Bill and Molly to huddle over their latest scheme - stealing presents from a children's party. Bill sipped his lukewarm coffee, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I'm telling you, Molly, this is a goldmine," Bill said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Molly raised a skeptical eyebrow. "A children's party? Are you insane?" "Think about it, Molly," Bill continued, his voice low and persuasive. "Rich parents, expensive gifts. We could make a fortune." "But it's a children's party," Molly repeated, incredulous. "Do you really want to be those people?" "Those people?" Bill chuckled. "You mean the ones who get away with it?" Molly sighed, shaking her head. "I have a bad feeling about this, Bill." "Nonsense," Bill said, waving his hand dismissively. "We'll be in and out before anyone even notices the clown is late." Molly rolled her eyes. "You've been watching too many heist movies." "Hey, it's all about confidence," Bill said, puffing out his chest. "We've got this, Molly. We're the best thieves in the business." Molly raised a skeptical eyebrow.