Molly leaned against the weathered brick wall of the old warehouse, puffing on a cigarette. Bill sat beside her, tapping his foot impatiently against the cracked concrete floor. They had been waiting nearly an hour, and still no sign of the contact. "He's late again, isn't he?" Bill grumbled, checking his watch for the hundredth time. Molly exhaled a plume of smoke and nodded. "He always is." Just then, the door creaked open. In stepped a lanky, greasy-haired man in a rumpled suit. "Hey there, Molly, Bill. Sorry about the wait. Traffic's a bitch in this town." Molly flicked her cigarette butt onto the floor. "You're telling us." She stood up, brushing off the back of her jeans. "Let's hear it, Ricky. What have you got for us this time?" Ricky grinned, revealing a missing front tooth. "It's a good one, Molly. Real good. There's this fancy birthday party for some rich kid on Saturday. Parents spared no expense. And we're not just talking a few boxes of candy and a couple stuffed animals. We're talking big-ticket items: designer dolls, state-of-the-art gaming consoles, you name it." Bill perked up at this. "And we're talking how much in merchandise?" "Minimum ten grand, maybe fifteen if we play our cards right," Ricky said, eyes gleaming. "And that's not counting the cash and jewelry on the parents." Molly raised an eyebrow. "The parents are gonna be there? That's a little risky, isn't it?" "Not if we do it right. And we've got the perfect plan." Ricky pulled a small notebook from his pocket and flipped it open. "See, the party's at the kid's house, big estate out in the burbs. Security's gonna be tight, but I got a guy on the inside who's gonna let us in through the service entrance after the caterers arrive." Bill scratched his chin thoughtfully. "And what about the kids? We're not gonna just steal from a bunch of children, are we?" Ricky let out a bark of laughter. "Hell, the kids won't even notice. They'll be too busy stuffing their faces with cake and playing games. We hit the presents, grab what we need, and we're outta there. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy." Molly glanced over at