Molly paced the dimly lit room, biting her lip as she studied the blueprints of the party venue. "I don't know about this, Bill. A children's party?" Bill leaned back in his chair, feet propped up on the table, fingers laced behind his head. "Relax, Molly. A job is a job." "But stealing presents from kids? That's just plain mean!" Bill let out a snort, "You didn't have a problem lifting old Mrs. Jenkins' jewelry last month." "That's different," Molly snapped, her eyes narrowing. "She's a wealthy snob with more diamonds than she can count. These are innocent kids we're talking about here." "You know what they say, Molly, 'There's no such thing as bad publicity.' Imagine the headlines - 'The Thieves Who Stole Christmas...in July!'" Bill chuckled. "You're unbelievable," Molly groaned, rolling her eyes. "What if we get caught? How do we explain ourselves?" "Simple," Bill smirked, pulling a tiny remote control out of his pocket, "I've rigged up some mini robots disguised as toy trucks. One quick distraction, and we'll be out of there before anyone knows what hit them." "Toy trucks?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Trust me, it's genius," Bill grinned. "Now, let's go over the plan again..."