Molly leaned back in the dimly lit booth, running a hand through her hair as she eyed the blueprint. "So, this party is for a little tyke, right? Eight years old, name's Tommy? Alex's nephew?" Bill flashed a winning smile, flipping open his lighter and examining the plan's details. "Yep, that's the one. Little Tommy. Think he's gonna be upset when he opens his Solo Cup with Air Jordans instead of that plastic toy?" Molly laughed, a sharp, melodic sound that danced in the small space of the diner booth. "Probably. But the rewards are worth it. If Alex found us napping with a mountain of toys, we'd become heroes. Villains, but still VIPs in the criminal underworld." "Jose Rizal and You – Chapter 7: The Unsuspecting Victim," Bill mused, flipping the lighter closed. "We gotta get creative. This is no ordinary heist. We need to break in, snag the presents, and get out before anyone notices." Molly took a gulp from her coffee, the bitterness cutting through her excitement. "Yeah. The last thing we need is a bunch of tearful kids and a host on the verge of a panic attack. No pressure," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. Bill chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Any bright ideas, Molly?" "Well," she began slowly, the corners of her mouth turning up a bit more. "We could dress up. Transform ourselves into party guests. Bring in an uncle, aunt and...grandparents, maybe?" Bill grinned, a spark igniting in his eyes. "Now that's an idea. We'll need some convincing props, though." Molly smirked, a plan taking form in her mind. "I've got it. Remember Granny Pat? The sweet old lady from block 28 who bought us lip-sync battle tickets last summer?" Bill burst out laughing, chuckling so hard he almost set his napkin on fire. "You're a genius, Molly!" "I try," she said, following his laughter with a smile. "Okay, here's the deal. You find the perfect old lady suit, I'll rope in Granny Pat. We split the party into sections, you in for the living room, and me in the dining area. We collect presents, swapping and hiding as we go." "Sounds like a plan," Bill said, nodding. "Let's do this, partner in crime." "And remember," Molly added, "when Tommy opens his gift, we make our exit slow and steady. We can't have the kid catching a whiff of our scheme. Gift poking is underrated this year." Bill's laughter echoed through the quiet diner. "Molly, I think I'm starting to like this job more than that flunky you got us last summer." Molly rolled her eyes playfully. "Trust me, Bill - you haven't seen anything yet. Now, let's go plan the party Tommy will never forget."