Molly leaned back in the rickety kitchen chair, her boots propped up on the table. She twirled a lock pick between her fingers, watching Bill pace back and forth. "So let me get this straight," Bill muttered, "we're stealing birthday presents from a seven-year-old's party?" "Not just any party," Molly corrected. "This is the Hartman kid's birthday. His parents are loaded, and those presents are gonna be top-tier." Bill stopped pacing. "This feels wrong on so many levels." "Morally questionable? Sure. Potentially lucrative? Absolutely," Molly grinned. "Those rich suburban parents always overcompensate with gifts. We're talking gaming consoles, expensive LEGO sets, maybe even some collector's items." "We could get arrested," Bill said, running a hand through his hair. "We get arrested for way dumber things," Molly retorted. "Remember the museum heist? This is child's play—literally." Bill walked to the wall, studying their hand-drawn map of the Hartman residence. "The security system?" "Minimal. Basic home alarm that a five-year-old could bypass. The real challenge is timing," Molly explained. "Party's from two to five. We slip in during the bounce house chaos." "Bounce house," Bill repeated flatly. "Perfect criminal environment." "Kids are unpredictable. Parents are distracted. It's genius," Molly said, tapping the map. "We'll dress as party entertainers. I've got clown makeup in the back." Bill groaned. "I am not wearing clown makeup." "Fine. You'll be the magician. Less makeup, more dignity." "This plan is insane." "This plan is brilliant," Molly corrected. "We'll be in and out in fifteen minutes. Maximum loot, minimum risk." Bill sighed. "What's our exit strategy?" "Balloon-related distraction. I'll 'accidentally' release a bunch of helium balloons, create some chaos. You grab the presents from the gift table." "And if a kid sees us?" Molly smirked. "Who's gonna believe a seven-year-old saying two adults stole birthday presents?" Bill shook his head. "This is the most ridiculous heist we've ever planned." "Is it?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Remember the penguin incident?" "We don't speak of the penguin incident," Bill said quickly. "Fair enough." Molly stood, stretching. "Costume check at noon. We hit the party at 2:15. Sharp." "I can't believe we're doing this," Bill muttered. "Believe it," Molly said, tossing him a magician's top hat. "Show time."