Molly studied the blueprint of the community center, her eyes scanning the layout of the party room. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan. We go in through the ventilation shaft, make our way to the present table, and then it's a grab-and-go situation." Bill rubbed his hands together, a maniacal glint in his eye. "I love the poetic simplicity of it all. But what about the kids? Won't they, you know, freak out when they see us in ski masks and tactical gear?" Molly waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, they'll just think it's part of the entertainment. We'll blend right in with the bouncy castle and the clown." Bill chuckled. "You know, that's the beauty of stealing from children – they have such low expectations. 'Hey, look, a piñata!' versus 'Hey, look, two masked thieves making off with our gifts!'" Molly grinned. "Exactly. Now, let's review the present list. We're looking for high-end toys, electronics, and anything that'll fetch a good price on the black market." Bill nodded, his eyes scanning the list. "Ooh, is that a Nerf gun? I've been wanting one of those for ages." Molly shot him a stern look. "We're not stealing for personal gain, Bill. We're professionals."