Molly leaned back in her chair, her fingers drumming against the worn wood of the table as she eyed Bill with a mischievous glint. "So, are you ready to put our latest plan into action, Bill?" Bill nodded, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Oh, I've been waiting for this one. A children's party, huh? This is going to be a piece of cake." "Don't get too cocky, now," Molly warned, her tone playful. "You know how these things can go. We need to be on our toes the entire time." "Relax, Molly. I've got it all figured out." Bill leaned forward, his eyes gleaming. "We'll wait until the party's in full swing, then sneak in through the back. The kids will be too busy playing to notice us, and the presents will be sitting right there, ripe for the taking." Molly raised an eyebrow. "And what about the parents? Surely they'll be keeping a close eye on things." "That's where your little distraction comes in," Bill replied, his grin widening. "You'll create a scene out front, draw everyone's attention away from the house. Meanwhile, I'll slip in, grab the goods, and meet you at the getaway car." "Hmm, I don't know, Bill. That sounds a little too risky, even for us." Molly leaned back, her brow furrowed in thought. "Come on, Molly, where's your sense of adventure?" Bill reached across the table, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "This is going to be our biggest score yet. Just think of all the loot we'll walk away with." Molly hesitated, her gaze meeting Bill's. "I don't know, Bill. Something just doesn't feel right about this one." "What are you talking about?" Bill scoffed, his grip tightening. "This is the perfect plan. We've been planning this for weeks, and we're not going to let a little thing like cold feet ruin it." "I'm not saying we should call it off, Bill." Molly sighed, her eyes softening. "I'm just... I don't know, I've got a bad feeling about this, that's all." Bill shook his head, his expression darkening. "Well, I don't care what you feel, Molly. We're doing this, and that's final. If you're not on board, then I'll find someone else who is." Molly's eyes narrowed, and she pulled her hand away from Bill's. "Fine, Bill, have it your way. But don't come crying to me when this all goes to hell." Bill leaned back, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. "It won't. Trust me, Molly, this is going to be our biggest score yet." Molly just shook her head, a sense of unease settling in the pit of her stomach. "I hope you're right, Bill. For both our sakes."