Molly sat across from Bill in a sunlit café, a smirk twisting the corners of her lips as they poured over the planning documents scattered across the table. "I'm telling you, Bill, this is the score of a lifetime," Molly said, her voice barely above a whisper as she gestured to a crudely drawn map of the party venue. "Who needs to hit some high-security museum when you've got a room full of unattended presents just begging to be taken?" Bill rubbed his temples, his eyes flicking between Molly's manic grin and the party invitation that read 'Benny's 5th Birthday Bash' in glittering letters. "Molly, a children's party? It's not exactly the most sophisticated target, is it?" "Sophisticated?" Molly snorted. "You want to get all dressed up and try to sneak into a gala, be my guest. But where's the challenge in that? This, on the other hand, is a real test of our skills. We're talking anxious parents, screaming kids, and an obstacle course of inflatable bouncy houses. If we can pull this off, we're the best in the business." "We're not just stealing any presents, Molly," Bill pointed out, his brow furrowed. "These are gifts for a five-year-old. That's just cruel." Molly rolled her eyes. "Oh, spare me the sentimental speeches, Bill. Presents are presents. Besides, think about all the good we can do with the cash – we can donate it to a worthy charity... or buy ourselves a nice little vacation home in the Caribbean." Bill's skepticism was clear on his face, but Molly could see the faintest glimmer of excitement lurking in his eyes. "So," he said, leaning forward, "what's the plan?" Molly beamed with pride. "Well, first we need to get ourselves invited to the party. I've been looking into it, and it seems Benny's mom is looking for someone to play 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey' – I figure we can pose as a couple of struggling artists, desperate for cash." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And then what? Do we just start snatching presents while nobody's looking?" Molly shook her head. "Not exactly the most subtle approach, don't you think? No, I was thinking more like... a diversion. Something to distract the parents while we make off with the loot." "A diversion?" Bill repeated, his voice laced with trepidation. Molly grinned mischievously. "Oh, just leave that to me. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve."