Molly tapped her fingers on the kitchen table, her eyes narrowed in concentration. "Alright, Bill, let's go over the plan one more time. We need to hit this kids' party like a well-oiled machine." Bill nodded, leaning forward eagerly. "You know it, Mol. We've got this all figured out. We'll slip in through the back entrance, grab all the presents, and be out before anyone's the wiser." "And what about the security?" Molly asked, arching a brow. "We can't just waltz in there without a solid strategy." "Leave that to me," Bill said with a wink. "I've got a guy who can disable the alarms without a hitch. We'll be in and out in no time." Molly chewed her lip, considering the plan. "Alright, fine. But we need to be extra careful. These are kids we're dealing with, and I don't want any collateral damage." "Don't worry, Mol," Bill assured her. "We'll be as gentle as a feather. No one will even know we were there." Molly sighed, a reluctant smile spreading across her face. "Alright, let's do this. For the big score." Bill grinned, pumping his fist. "That's what I'm talking about!"