Molly rubbed her palms together, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Alright, Bill, are we really doing this? Stealing from a bunch of kids’ birthday presents? Feels a bit... wrong." Bill adjusted his mask, trying to look serious but failing miserably. "Come on, Molly. It’s not stealing if they don’t even know we’re coming. Besides, who needs morals when you’ve got a plan this good?" "Yeah, but stealing from kids feels… I dunno, a little mean. What if it ruins their birthday?" Bill grinned behind his mask. "It’s a heist, not a charity. Think of it as a... uh, redistribution of the happy. Besides, we’re only taking the presents. They still get to have cake and balloons. Well, most of them." Molly crossed her arms skeptically. "Alright, so what’s the plan, Casanova? How do we pull this off without getting caught?" Bill nodded eagerly. "First, we wait until the parents are all distracted with the pinata and chaos. Then, we slip in through the back door—I've got a key." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You have a key? Since when do you have a key to Jamie’s house?" "Since I seduced her cat," Bill said smugly. "You’d be surprised what a feather toy can do." Molly chuckled. "Yeah, sure. Anyway, what’s next?" Bill pulled out a crumpled map from his pocket. "Okay. See the backyard? That’s where we'll come in. I checked the security cameras—there’s no motion sensors, just a basic alarm that’s triggered if someone trips over the garden gnome." Molly snorted. "A garden gnome? That’s your security system?" "Hey, it’s foolproof. No one expects a mischievous gnome to be a security threat." "Alright, what about the inside? How do we find the best presents? And more importantly, how do we grab them without turning the place into a circus?" Bill examined the plan. "Easy. We split up. You go for the big boxes—those glittery, shiny ones. I’ll grab the smaller, adorable ones for the baby. We meet back here in ten minutes." Molly shook her head. "You’re always so eager to pick the easiest targets, aren’t you?" Bill winked. "Come on, Molly. It’s about efficiency. Plus, I want that giant stuffed unicorn." Molly rolled her eyes. "Alright, so then what? We stuff the presents into our backpacks, sneak out, and celebrate with a heist pizza?" "Exactly! Or better—fruitcake, if I can find one. I’ve always wanted to see if it’s really as bad as they say." "That’s your idea of celebration? Eating stale fruitcake?" "Hey, at least it’s festive. Now, remember, as soon as those parents start singing ‘Happy Birthday,’ we’re in. No distractions! We’re stealthy professionals." Molly smirked. "Stealthy, huh? Has anyone ever told you you sound like a cartoon villain?" Bill grinned widely. "Only when I’m dreaming of world domination. But for now, let’s focus on our little world—cracking this party." Molly shrugged. "Fine, Mr. Mastermind. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you for inspiring me to do something so irresponsible." Bill chuckled. "You’ll thank me someday. Or at least, you’ll thank me when we’re rolling in glittery presents and cake crumbs." She gave him a playful shove. "Alright, then, let’s make this the most legendary kid’s party heist ever." Bill clapped his hands once. "That’s the spirit! To the backyard, then—may the gnome be ever in our favor."