Molly, her eyes hidden behind a pair of oversized sunglasses, was meticulously setting up a low-tech gadget in the corner of their makeshift hideout. It was a contraption of wires and circuits that she had cobbled together from parts she'd liberated from an old electronics store. Bill, on the other hand, was pacing around the room, his hands stuffed into his pockets, a nervous energy emanating from him. "Molly," he asked, "you sure about this? We're talking about a bunch of kids' toys. It's not like we're robbing a bank." Molly looked up from her work, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "That's exactly what makes it perfect, Bill. It's not about the money. It's about the thrill." Bill let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I just don't like the idea of stealing from kids, Molly. They're just being kids." Molly chuckled, her eyes never leaving the gadget. "They're rich kids, Bill. They have more toys than they know what to do with. It's not like they'll miss them, and if they do, they'll just get more." Bill stopped pacing, a look of frustration on his face. "It's not about the money, Molly. It's about the principle." Molly finally looked up, her eyes meeting his. "And what principle is that, Bill? The principle of not stealing? Or the principle of not letting these rich kids enjoy their toys? Because I can tell you, Bill, a lot of rich kids have a lot of fun toys." Bill ran a hand down his face, a look of resignation on his face. "Fine, Molly. But if we get caught, we're done. No more heists." Molly looked back at her gadget, a small smile playing on her lips. "We won't get caught, Bill. And if we do, we'll just come up with a plan B. Now, help me with this. We need to set up more gadgets." Bill rolled his eyes but complied, helping Molly set up the final gadget. As they worked, Molly couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. This was going to be a great job, she thought. And the best part? No one would ever suspect a pair of thieves like them of stealing from kids.