Molly drummed her fingers on the coffee-stained table, eyes narrowed as she studied the floor plan Bill had spread out. "So let's get this straight. We're crashing a child's birthday party to rip off all the presents?" Bill adjusted his spectacles, peering at her with an air of professional pride. "Nailed it. And they'll never see it coming." She scoffed, tossing a lock of red hair over her shoulder. "I suppose you have some genius reason for stooping to stealing from a bunch of snot-nosed brats?" "Ah, but Molly, my dear," Bill said, spreading his hands. "It's sheer bloody genius if you ask me. Those parents are guaranteed to buy the newest, most ridiculously expensive toys on the market. consoles, remote-controlled drones, maybe even one of those holographic puppies." "Mmmhngh." Molly rolled her eyes and dug into a crumpled bag of chips. The grease left a faint sheen on her fingertips as she polished off a wad of nacho cheese. Sealing the bag with a sigh, she snagged a pen and began stabbing at the sketchy diagram. "Alright, looks like we sneak in through the side door during some clown act." Molly traced a line with her pen, acting as if peering through a rifle's scope. "Catch the loot, then duck out while the adults are sloshed on free champagne." Bill chortled, a wheezy sound escaped his lungs. "One would think you were actually interested in helping. I'm touched, my fiery-haired fox." He waggled his eyebrows and tried to lean back in his chair like a g-man in a 50's spy flick, but the cheap plastic caved. Bill flailed, scattering various takeaway wrappers and half-empty cola cans onto the grimy linoleum. Molly simply grinned at his antics, unwrapping a lollypop and flavor. "Think you can score the blueprints for the ventilation system? Preferably before the Blinky the Clown special guest shows up. Wouldn't want this party to turn out a real shitshow." "Contraband? Ah, it's my specialty." Bill leaned forward with dramatic flair, fixing her with a look. "I'll make sure Blinky doesn't have any surprises for you, my dear. Until next time, my partner in adolescence-crime," he smirked before wandering off, perhaps to polish his smirk or execute his most dramatic turn.