Molly sat across from Bill in the cramped, dimly lit coffee shop, sipping on a lukewarm latte. "I'm telling you, it's the heist of the century," she said, eyes shining with excitement. Bill raised an eyebrow. "Breaking into a children's party to steal presents? You've got to be kidding me." Molly's grin never wavered. "Why not? It's the perfect score. Security is lax, the owners are distracted, and the take is guaranteed to be top-notch. I mean, who throws a party for a bunch of screaming kids without loading up on the good stuff?" Bill shook his head. "I don't know, Molly. This one feels wrong. We're not exactly the grinch who stole Christmas, but...I don't know, it just seems like we're preying on the weak." Molly snorted. "Weak? You mean the trust-fund toddlers and their socially anxious parents? Come on, Bill. They can afford to lose a few presents. And think of the satisfaction we'll get from pulling off the impossible." Bill sighed. "You're not selling me on this one, Molly. What's the plan, anyway?" Molly pulled out a notebook and began to sketch the layout of the party location. "Okay, so the party is at the country club's community center. We've got a caterer, a bouncy castle, and a petting zoo. I counted at least five gifts per child, and there are going to be at least twenty kids there." Bill's eyes widened. "Twenty kids? How are we going to get all that loot out of there without being seen?" Molly smiled. "Leave that to me. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. We'll go in disguised as party staff – I've got a few catering outfits we can use – and blend in until the chaos dies down. Then, while the parents are distracted by the sugar highs and the subsequent meltdowns, we swoop in and make off with the goods." Bill hesitated. "And what about the parents? They're not just going to stand by while we make off with their precious little Jimmy's iPad." Molly shrugged. "We'll create a diversion. I was thinking of hiring a hypnotist to distract the adults while we make our move. Or maybe we can just rig the bouncy castle to malfunction and create a scene." Bill chuckled. "You're a genius, Molly. But what's the split on this one? I don't want to be stuck with all the Lego and Pokémon cards while you make off with the good stuff." Molly grinned. "Fifty-fifty, of course. I'm not that evil. Although...I do get first dibs on any gift cards." Bill raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. You've convinced me. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Molly cackled, triumphant. "That's the spirit, Bill! Now let's get to work. We've got a party to crash."