Molly poured over the blueprints of the community center, her eyes scanning the layout for the perfect entry point. Bill leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "You know, I never thought I'd be breaking into a kiddie party to steal presents." "Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures," Molly said, not looking up. "Besides, have you seen the list of gifts this kid is getting? It's like his parents are trying to buy his happiness. A new bike, a tablet, a train set... we could make a killing on the black market." "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this, Molly. I mean, stealing from kids? It's like we're the villains in a cartoon." "Grow up, Bill. We're not stealing from the kid, we're stealing from his clueless parents who think they can buy his love. Besides, it's not like we're taking food out of his mouth. We're taking... okay, fine, we're taking the food out of his goody bag, but still. It's not that bad." Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "You're impossible, you know that?" Molly grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. "That's what makes me the best, baby."