Molly leaned back in the rickety chair, her combat boots propped on the scratched kitchen table. She twirled a lockpick between her fingers, eyeing Bill with a mischievous grin. "So, we're really doing this? A kids' birthday party heist?" Bill adjusted his glasses, spreading out a crude diagram of the suburban home. "Not just any party. Little Tommy Watkins' seventh birthday. His parents are loaded, and those presents are going to be top-tier." "Seriously?" Molly snorted. "We're stealing from a seven-year-old?" "Seven-year-old's parents," Bill corrected. "Big difference. These people just dropped serious cash on a bounce house and some circus clown who probably charges more per hour than we make in a week." Molly leaned forward. "Details. How are we getting past the entertainment?" "Clown arrives at 2 PM. Party starts at 3. We'll blend in with the catering staff. I've got two matching polo shirts and some fake name tags." "You're weirdly prepared for this," she remarked. Bill shrugged. "Professional courtesy. The catering company uses a local service that hires temporary staff. I know the uniform, I know the routine." "And the presents?" "Wrapped and stacked in the front living room. Classic suburban setup. Parents always do the big reveal right after cake and before games. Prime stealing window." Molly drummed her fingers on the table. "What's our exit strategy?" "Oversized catering van. I've already rented it. Magnetic signs, looks totally legitimate. We load up during the chaos of the party, blend right in." "How much are we talking?" Molly asked, raising an eyebrow. Bill pulled out a printed spreadsheet. "Conservative estimate? About twelve grand in electronics, collectibles, and those weird expensive LEGO sets." "Twelve grand from a seven-year-old's birthday?" Molly whistled. "Rich suburbanites," Bill said, tapping the paper. "They don't mess around." Molly stood, stretching. "Okay. I'm in. But if we get caught, I'm telling everyone this was your idea." "Noted," Bill replied dryly. "Costume check at noon. Van's loaded. We move at 2:15." "One question," Molly said, pausing. "Are we monsters?" Bill considered this for a moment. "Mostly professional opportunists with flexible ethics." "I can live with that," she grinned. The plan was set. A children's birthday party would never know what hit it.