Molly leaned back in the rickety wooden chair, her combat boots propped up on the cluttered kitchen table. She twirled a butterfly knife between her fingers, its silver blade catching the dim light of the overhead fluorescent bulb. Bill sat across from her, hunched over a crude blueprint of the suburban home where their next heist was planned. "So let me get this straight," Bill muttered, tracing his finger along the diagram. "We're stealing birthday presents from a six-year-old's party?" Molly grinned, her teeth gleaming in a predatory smile. "Not just any party. This is the Matthews kid's birthday bash. Their aunt works for a tech startup and always buys ridiculously expensive gifts." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Tablets? Gaming systems?" "Try a limited edition LEGO set worth three grand and a custom-built gaming computer," Molly replied, her fingers still dancing with the knife. "Plus, rich suburban parents always overcompensate with electronics." "We're basically modern-day Robin Hoods," Bill chuckled sarcastically. "Stealing from privileged children." Molly snorted. "More like stealing from their trust fund parents. These people spend more on birthday gifts than most families make in a month." The blueprint showed a typical suburban home with clear entry points. The back sliding door looked particularly vulnerable, and the alarm system was an older model that Bill was confident he could disable within minutes. A quick survey of the neighborhood revealed predictable patterns: parents would be distracted, children would be loud, and the chaos of a birthday party provided the perfect cover. "We'll need to time this perfectly," Bill said, tracing potential routes through the house. "Probably during the cake cutting. Maximum distraction, minimum supervision." Molly nodded, her knife now still. "I'll be dressed as a catering assistant. You'll be the photographer. Standard disguise, standard infiltration." The plan was elegant in its simplicity. Blend in, create a momentary diversion, grab the high-value gifts, and vanish before anyone realized anything was missing. Just another day at the office for professional thieves who saw the world as one giant opportunity. "One question," Bill said, looking up from the blueprint. "What do we do with a gaming computer and a LEGO set?" Molly's smile was wickedly sharp. "Online marketplaces are beautiful things, my friend. We'll have these sold before dinner." Their laughter was low and conspiratorial, a shared moment of criminal intimacy. Outside, the suburban street remained peaceful, unaware that two of the most audacious thieves were planning to turn a child's birthday celebration into their personal shopping spree. The blueprint lay spread out, a testament to their meticulous planning and complete lack of moral restraint. Another job, another potential score—all in a day's work for Molly and Bill.