Molly paced back and forth, her brows furrowed in concentration. "Alright, Bill, let's go over the plan one more time. We've got to make sure we've got every detail nailed down." Bill, seated at the rickety table, nodded, his eyes glued to the blueprints spread out in front of him. "Okay, so we've got the layout of the house, and we know the security system is pretty basic. We should be able to disable it without too much trouble." "And the timing?" Molly asked, tapping her foot impatiently. "The party starts at 2 pm, and the guests are supposed to start arriving around 2:30. That gives us a good half-hour window to get in, grab the presents, and get out before anyone's the wiser," Bill explained, tracing a finger along the map. Molly let out a small chuckle. "Perfect. Those kids are going to be heartbroken when they find their presents missing." Bill frowned, a twinge of guilt creeping into his expression. "I don't know, Molly. Stealing from a kid's party? That just seems a little... low, even for us." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, come on, Bill. These are rich kids we're talking about. They've probably got more toys than they know what to do with. They won't even notice a few missing presents." "I don't know..." Bill said, his voice trailing off. "Look, we need the money, Bill. You know that. This is an easy score, and it's not like we're taking food out of their mouths or anything. It's just a bunch of overindulged brats who are going to get more presents than they could ever hope to play with," Molly argued, leaning forward with a determined glint in her eye. Bill sighed, his resolve crumbling. "Alright, alright. I'm in. But if this goes south, it's on you." Molly's face split into a wide grin. "Excellent. Alright, here's what we're going to do..." For the next hour, the two thieves pored over the plans, working out every last detail of their heist. Molly's excitement grew with each passing minute, while Bill's unease only seemed to deepen. Finally, as the clock struck 1:30, Molly stood up, stretching her arms overhead. "Alright, let's do this. Time to go steal some presents!" Bill hesitated, his eyes darting around the room. "I don't know, Molly. Maybe we should rethink this. I mean, what if we get caught? We could be looking at some serious time in prison." Molly rolled her eyes. "Prison, schmison. We're professionals, Bill. We've pulled off way riskier jobs than this. Now, come on. Let's go make some kids cry." With a resigned sigh, Bill pushed himself to his feet and followed Molly out the door, the two of them slipping into the shadows as they made their way towards the unsuspecting party.