The door slammed shut as Molly burst into the dingy apartment. Bill glanced up from his laptop, raising an eyebrow. "Took you long enough," he grumbled. "I've been sitting here for hours, and you couldn't even manage to swipe one lousy candy bar?" Molly smirked, tossing a handful of chocolate bars onto the cluttered table. "Tch, what do I look like, some amateur? I got plenty. The real score is this." She reached into her jacket and produced a crumpled flier. Bill snatched it up eagerly, smoothing it out. "A kid's birthday party, huh?" His eyes gleamed with mischief. "I like the way you think. A dozen bratty rich brats, all gathered together with a room full of shiny new toys... It practically begs to be robbed blind." "You know it." Molly plopped down in the chair across from him with a wink. "The real prize will be the parents' wallets. Those snooty types are always loaded. We can clean 'em out and no one will even miss it until it's too late!" Bill chuckled darkly. "Heh. I'm thinking we could get a few grand easy. And the presents? Those we could always pawn off for quick cash later if need be." "So what's the plan then?" Molly leaned forward, her brow furrowed in concentration. "We can't exactly waltz in there and grab the loot. It'll have to be subtle..." "I'm way ahead of you." Bill tapped a few keys and spun his laptop around. On screen was a blueprint of the party venue. "I did some recon and found the blueprints online. Looks like there's an old air vent system running through the walls. We could sneak in, get the goods, and slip right back out again without anyone being the wiser." "Nice work." Molly grinned approvingly. "Alright, here's what we do..." For the next hour they pored over the plans and schematics, hashing out every detail. Timing was key - they needed to strike when the adults were distracted by the party. Bill would pose as the clown, Molly as the magician's assistant. They'd work in tandem to pocket valuables and stash them away while the oblivious brats were occupied with the spectacle. As the final pieces fell into place,