Molly paced back and forth, her brow furrowed in deep concentration. "Alright, Bill, let's go over the plan one more time. We need to make sure we've got every detail covered if we're going to pull this off." Bill, seated on the edge of the tattered sofa, nodded eagerly. "Okay, shoot. I'm listening." "The party is tomorrow night at the Thompson's house, right?" Molly began, ticking off the points on her fingers. "Yeah, that's the one. Fancy schmancy kids' party, all the big-shot parents in town are going to be there," Bill chimed in. "Exactly. So we need to time this just right. We'll wait until the party is in full swing, parents are distracted, and then we make our move." Molly paused, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "That's when we strike." "And what about the security? You know those rich folks are going to have the place locked up tighter than Fort Knox," Bill said, his brow furrowing. Molly grinned. "That's where my genius comes in. I've already scoped out the place, and I've found the perfect entry point. There's a window on the side of the house that's easy to jimmy open. We'll be in and out before anyone even knows what hit them." Bill's face lit up with a grin. "I love it when you talk shop. Alright, what about the actual heist part? How are we getting all those presents out of there?" "Well, that's where you come in, my dear accomplice," Molly said, her voice dripping with confidence. "We'll bring a couple of those big, empty gift bags that people use for weddings and stuff. We'll just load 'em up and walk right out the front door, acting like we're leaving the party ourselves." Bill's eyes widened. "Seriously? That's it? That's the big plan?" Molly nodded, her smile growing even wider. "Yep. Simple, but effective. No one's going to suspect a thing." "Wow, Molls, I gotta hand it to you. This just might be your best scheme yet," Bill said, leaning back on the sofa. "Of course it is," Molly replied, with a playful wink. "I'm the brains of this operation, remember?" Bill chuckled and shook his head. "Alright, alright, I won't argue with that. So, when do we start?" Molly glanced at the clock on the wall. "Well, the party's tomorrow night, so we'll need to get there early to scope out the place one last time. How about we meet up around seven?" "Sounds good to me. I'll be here, ready to go," Bill said, already imagining the piles of presents they'd be hauling out of that house. Molly clapped her hands together, her eyes shining with excitement. "Perfect. This is gonna be our biggest score yet, I can feel it. Just think of all those rich kids' faces when they realize their presents are gone!" Bill laughed, picturing the chaos that was sure to ensue. "I can't wait to see the looks on their little spoiled brats' faces." The two thieves shared a conspiratorial glance, their laughter echoing through the dimly lit room as they finalized the details of their plan to steal the children's party.