"We're going to a kid's birthday party and steal all the presents. That's the plan," Molly said, her voice low and serious. Bill leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Are you insane? We're thieves, not monsters. We steal from corporations, not five-year-olds." "Think about it," Molly said, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "All those presents, unopened, untouched. They're just sitting there, a treasure trove of toys and games and gadgets. And the parents, they're too busy to notice. They're too caught up in the chaos of the party to keep an eye on the gifts." "But the kids," Bill said, his voice heavy with doubt. "The kids will know. They'll be devastated when they realize all their presents are gone." "Exactly," Molly said, her voice rising. "That's why it's perfect. The kids will be so distraught, they'll completely overlook the fact that all the presents are gone. They'll be too busy crying and wailing to pay attention to anything else." "You're evil," Bill said, shaking his head. "I'm a thief," Molly said, her smile growing wider. "I'm not supposed to be nice." "But this is different," Bill said. "This is a kid's birthday party. We can't just walk in and steal all their presents." "Why not?" Molly said, her voice rising. "We've stolen from worse places than a kid's birthday party. We've stolen from museums, from banks, from mansions. Why not a kid's party?" Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "Because it's a kid's party. Because it's wrong." Molly leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Come on, Bill. It'll be fun. We get to dress up, pretend to be parents, and sneak around behind the kid's backs. And we'll make a fortune off the presents. It's the perfect heist." Bill shook his head. "I don't know, Molly. I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this." "You're not comfortable with it?" Molly said, her voice rising. "You're always complaining about how boring our heists are. You're always saying we need to do something different, something exciting. And now, when I come up with the perfect plan, you're suddenly worried about the moral implications?" Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "I guess I just didn't expect this from