Molly paced around the cramped hotel room, her long legs circling the rickety coffee table. Bill lounged on the bed, scratching his stomach and watching her with raised eyebrows. "Come on, we can pull this off," she said, her eyes flashing with determination. "We've hit better guarded joints than a six-year-old's birthday party." Bill snorted, shaking his head. "You're not thinking about the kids, Mol. They'd rip us apart like piranhas if they catch us." "Relax, we're not doing it during the party," Molly said, rolling her eyes. "We're hitting it after the cake but before the goodnight kisses. Timing is everything." "And what about the parents?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow. "You think they're just going to leave their precious presents unattended for five minutes?" Molly grinned. "We're going for the parents, too. They're the ones shelling out the cash for those overpriced toys. We're like Robin Hood, but with more polyester and less saggy pants." Bill chuckled. "You're one sick woman, Molly. I love that about you." The two thieves high-fived, their laughter echoing off the hotel room walls.