"Alright, Molly, listen up. We've got a job tonight. A children's party over at the community center. Loads of presents just waiting to be snatched," Bill whispered into his phone, seated in his old Toyota, parked across the street from the target. "Okay, spill the details, Bill. How we going in?" Molly replied, her voice a mix of excitement and caution, her fingers busy tying her hair into a tight bun. "We'll go in through the back. There's a staff entrance, usually left unlocked during events. We blend in, grab the loot, and out before anyone's the wiser," Bill explained, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of patrols or security cameras. "And if we're spotted?" Molly queried, her voice barely above a murmur. "We'll play it cool. We're just parents, late to pick up our 'kid'. Worst case, we bolt. Drive straight to the rendezvous point. I'll have the van ready," Bill reassured, his hands steady on the steering wheel. "Hope they've got some good stuff. A girl can never have enough," Molly chuckled softly, checking her watch. "What time's the party ending?" "Nine sharp. Be there by eight-thirty. That'll give us half an hour to grab and dash," Bill calculated, turning the engine off. "You in?" "I'm in," Molly confirmed, a grin forming on her face. "This could be our biggest haul yet."