"I'm telling you, Bill, this is the easiest score we've ever planned," Molly whispered, spreading out a crude sketch of the child's birthday party layout. Bill scratched his beard. "A kids' party? Really?" "Think about it. Distracted parents, piles of wrapped gifts, chaos everywhere," she grinned. "Those presents are practically begging to be lifted." "We're stealing from a bunch of eight-year-olds?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "Not stealing. Redistributing," Molly winked. "Besides, these look like upper-middle-class gifts. Probably electronics, collector's items, maybe some vintage stuff parents buy for investment." Bill sighed. "I can't believe we're discussing this seriously." "The cake will be a perfect distraction. Kids go nuts for cake. While everyone's singing 'Happy Birthday', we slip in, grab the gifts, and vanish." "And if we get caught?" "We're wearing party-appropriate disguises. I'll be a distant aunt, you're the family photographer." Bill shook his head. "This is the most ridiculous heist we've ever planned." Molly smirked. "That's what makes it brilliant." "Fine," Bill muttered. "But I get first pick of the loot."