Molly poured over the blueprint of "Kiddie Kingdom" spread out on the cramped hotel room floor, a mischievous glint in her eye. Bill lounged on the bed, flipping through TV channels with the remote. "I'm telling you, Bill, this is the score of a lifetime," Molly said, tapping a finger on the layout. "A children's birthday party, at least fifty presents, all in one convenient location." Bill snorted, not looking up from the TV. "You want to steal from kids. That's...new for us. Even for me." "Come on, it's not like we're stealing their lunch money," Molly countered, standing up to pace around the room. "These are overindulged, upper-class youngsters. Their parents will just buy them more Stuff. We're more like...inefficiency consultants. Cutting out the middleman, so to speak." "If we get caught, the press will have a field day. 'Thieves Prey on Tot's Treasures'...can already see the headlines," Bill warned, finally putting down the remote. Molly waved a dismissive hand. "We won't get caught. We have the best disguise – (...dramatic flourish...) – we're the new, über-enthusiastic party clowns! Complete with wigs, face paint, and a fully rehearsed 'tra-la-la, look over here' routine." Bill raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. "You've been practicing, haven't you?" Molly beamed with pride. "I've got 'clown' down to a science. Now, let's review the game plan. We arrive at 2 PM, just as the present-giving ceremony is about to start...You create a diversion near the cake table –" "I'm thinking an epic, mustard-based faux-accident," Bill interjected, a sly grin spreading. "Brilliant! While that's happening, I slip into the gift room and swap out all the presents with our expertly wrapped...blanks," Molly concluded, eyes sparkling. "Blanks?" "Yes, it'll take them days to figure out what's missing. By then, we'll be sunning ourselves on some lovely, non-extradition island, surrounded by –" "Unwrapped, top-of-the-line gaming consoles and sparkly tiaras?" Bill supplied, chuckling. Molly grinned, flopping down beside him on the bed. "You're getting into the holiday spirit, Bill! Now, let's get some rest. Tomorrow, we bring joy...to ourselves, at the expense of twenty-five très disappointed enfants terribles." Bill shook his head, laughing. "Only you, Molly. Only you could make grand larceny sound like a warped altruism." "Hey, someone's got to bring a little excitement to suburbia," Molly said with a smirk, already drifting off to sleep, visions of pilfered playthings dancing in her head.