"Are you kidding me, Molly?" Bill whispered, incredulous. Molly rolled her eyes, "Look, it's easy money. Plus, they won't be expecting it." "They're children, Molly. It's a birthday party!" Bill's protest was accompanied by wild hand gestures. "Relax, Bill. The kids will be more interested in the cake and balloons," Molly reassured him, clearly the mastermind. "I've studied the layout, planned our entrance and exit strategy, even timed the cake-cutting ceremony as a distraction." Bill threw his hands up in defeat, knowing Molly's planning was meticulous. He sighed, "Fine, but if anyone cries, I'm blaming you." Molly suppressed a chuckle, "Don't worry, Bill. We'll be in and out before you can sing 'Happy Birthday.'" As they made their way towards the party, their black attire stark against the bright balloons and streamers, Molly couldn't help but grin. Their target: a mansion filled with children, laughter, and more importantly, gifts. Despite his grumbling, Bill followed suit, his own curiosity piqued. After all, there was no denying Molly's flair for the dramatic, and if anyone could pull off a heist at a children's party, it was her.