**Scene** "I can't believe you talked me into this," Molly whispered, her eyes darting around the busy room. Bill chuckled quietly, "You'll thank me later, trust me." "We're about to steal presents from a children's party, Bill! It's despicable!" "Keep your voice down!" Bill hissed. "Besides, we're not stealing, we're... rehoming." Molly snorted, "Rehoming?" "Yeah, those kids won't remember what they got in a week. Our clients will pay top dollar, and we make a tidy profit." Molly sighed, "I can't believe I'm doing this." Bill nudged her playfully, "It's a heist, Molly! A cakewalk heist. We sneak in, grab the gifts, and sneak out. What could go wrong?" "Everything, Bill. Everything could go wrong." "Ah, don't worry! Just keep your eyes on the prize." Molly shook her head, a small smile creeping onto her face, "You're a terrible influence, Bill." "I know, Molly. Now, let's go make this party unforgettable."