Molly leaned back in her chair, a mischievous grin on her face. "So, Bill, any takers for our latest con? A kids' birthday bash?" Bill scratched his head. "Are you serious? We're gonna nab presents from little kids?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Not just any presents, Bill. Gold and diamond-engraved stuff. Primo swag. And we'll give a few back, so everyone's happy. No harm, no foul." Bill raised an eyebrow. "How do you plan on getting past the parents? They probably have a security detail with taser pens." Molly chuckled. "Trust me, Bill. I've got it all figured out. We'll use the classic 'Candyman' distraction. Everyone loves sweets, especially kids. They'll be too busy licking frosting off their fingers to notice two middle-aged folks breaking in." Bill sighed, a grin spreading across his face. "I don't believe what I'm hearing. You want to start a bakery just to score some primo loot?" Molly smirked. "Exactly. And once we've pulled this off, we'll split some of the shiney bits from the wrapping paper right here at this table." Bill leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I guess you've got my vote, boss. What can I bring to the con?" Molly clapped him on the shoulder. "You bring your usual skills, Bill. And I'll handle the party planning. After all, everyone deserves some shiney birthday presents, right?" Their laughter filled the room, the sound of future heists and candy-coated capers on the distant horizon.