Molly drummed her fingers on the table, her eyes darting between the blueprints and Bill's flushed face. "Are you sure we can pull this off?" Bill nodded vigorously, his sweaty palms fumbling with the miniature camera. "Perfect operation. We slip in, grab the loot, and make an exit before those brats even miss their stupid toys." "I don't know," Molly muttered, tracing a line on the paper with her pen. "Isn't stealing from kids a bit low, even for us?" "They're filthy rich," Bill scoffed, crumpling the blueprint into a ball. "Parents probably don't even notice the stuff missing." Molly sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Fine, let's do it."