Molly and Bill sat at a small, rickety table in a dimly lit diner, their eyes fixed intently on the map spread out between them. "Alright," Molly began, tracing the outline of a large, ornate building with her finger. "This is the children's party we're going to hit. It's being held at the local community center. From what I can tell, they're expecting a big turnout, and there will be plenty of presents to go around." Bill nodded, studying the map carefully. "But how are we going to get in? Won't there be security there?" Molly grinned mischievously. "Of course there will be security. But that's where we come in. We're professionals, remember? We can handle a little obstacle like that." Bill chuckled. "I'll say. Remember that time we broke into that mansion and ended up getting stuck in the dumbwaiter?" Molly laughed at the memory. "Oh yeah, that was a disaster. But we made it out in the end, and we managed to make off with that painting worth a small fortune." "Exactly. We always find a way," Bill said with a smirk. "So, what's the plan?" Molly tapped the map with her finger. "We're going to go in through the back entrance. It looks like it's usually locked, but I've got a few tricks up my sleeve that should help us get in that way." "And once we're inside?" Bill asked. "Once we're inside, we'll make our way to the room where the presents are being kept. It should be packed with all sorts of loot. Then it's just a matter of scooping up as much as we can carry and getting the hell out of there before anyone knows what hit them." Bill grinned. "I like the sound of that. Let's do it." Molly nodded. "Let's do it.