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"Bill, I'm telling you, this is a terrible idea," Molly said, adjusting her black ski mask for the third time. "Come on, Mol, live a little. It's not every day someone throws a birthday party for their kid and invites the entire neighborhood," Bill replied, his voice muffled by his own mask. "But the security!" "What security? It's a Chuck E. Cheese's birthday package. The biggest threat is probably the animatronic mouse having a breakdown." Molly sighed, removing her mask. "Bill, we're professional thieves. We don't steal from children." "Since when did you become the morality police?" "Since I realized that stealing from kids is one step above stealing from a hospital charity bake sale." Bill paced back and forth. "Look, I've already scoped out the place. The party's in the private room. There's a window that faces the parking lot. I can take out the lights, you grab the presents, we're in and out in ten minutes." "And what about the children?" "The children will be too busy eating pizza and playing arcade games to notice two shadowy figures in ski masks making off with their birthday presents." "That's just great, Bill. Real great. What if little Timmy sees us?" "Then he'll think it's the best birthday party ever. 'Look, Mommy! Superheroes are stealing our presents!'" Molly threw her hands up. "This is exactly why I wanted to stick to museums. At least the guards don't cry when we steal from them." "You're overthinking this, Mol. Think of the profit margin. These parents probably spent a fortune on designer toys and electronics. We could sell that stuff for half price and still make a killing." "The half price part really narrows down our customer base, Bill." "Fine. But think about the thrill. The rush of pulling off the ultimate heist right under everyone's noses." "The ultimate heist? Bill, we're talking about stealing birthday presents from a children's pizza restaurant." "Exactly! No one will ever suspect a thing. It's practically invisible." Molly stared at him for a long moment. "Bill, have you been hitting the glue again?" "Hey, don't knock it till you try it. Speaking of which, I may have accidentally huffed some industrial adhesive while casing the joint yesterday. That's why I was talking so much." "There's something wrong with you." "Says the woman who's considering robbing a children's birthday party." "Touché." Bill pulled out a detailed blueprint. "Okay, new plan. Instead of stealing the presents, what if we... replace them with identical-looking boxes filled with rocks?" Molly looked at the blueprint, then at Bill, then at the blueprint again. "You know what? Let's just rob a bank. At least the bank won't have a bouncy castle."