"Are you sure about this, Bill?" Molly asked skeptically, twirling her lockpick in hand. "Absolutely, Molly! Trust me, no one will expect us to steal all the presents from a kids' party," Bill replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "That's precisely why it's risky," Molly groaned. "Imagine the headlines: 'Thieves Steal Children's Joy.'" Bill laughed, playfully punching Molly on the arm. "Lighten up! We'll be in and out before anyone knows." Molly shook her head, muttering, "I still don't feel good about this." "Listen, Molly," Bill insisted, leaning in conspiratorially, "Think of all the action figures and princess dolls we could get our hands on!" Molly raised an eyebrow. "The Doll Heist of the Century, huh?" "Atta girl! Now you're thinking like a thief!" Bill exclaimed, triumphantly slapping his knee. Molly sighed, resigned. "Alright, Bill. Let's do this. But remember: no kids get hurt." Bill nodded solemnly. "Agreed." "One more thing," Molly added. "Dibs on the Lego sets."