Molly tapped her foot impatiently as she studied the blueprints spread out on the rickety table, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Alright, Bill, let's go over this one more time. We've got to time this perfectly if we're going to pull off the biggest heist of our careers." Bill leaned back in his chair, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "I'm all ears, partner. What's the plan?" "The kids' party is tomorrow night at the Smiths' place, right in the heart of the wealthy suburbs. We'll need to scale the back fence, slip through the patio doors, and make a beeline for the living room where all the presents are stashed." Molly traced her finger along the layout, her eyes shining with excitement. Bill chuckled. "Piece of cake. And what about the security system?" "Already taken care of. I've got a guy who can loop the footage and disable the alarms for a solid twenty minutes. That should give us more than enough time to grab the goods and get out of there." "Sounds good to me." Bill rubbed his hands together, his grin widening. "I can't wait to see the looks on those little brats' faces when they wake up to an empty tree." Molly shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. "You're terrible, you know that? But I have to admit, the idea of ruining their precious Christmas is kind of appealing." "Hey, it's not like we're stealing from the poor. These kids have more presents than they know what to do with. Besides, think of all the money we'll make when we fence this stuff." Bill leaned forward, his eyes gleaming. "We're talking a big payday, Molly. Enough to set us up for life." Molly bit her lip, her mind racing. "I don't know, Bill. Something about this just doesn't feel right. What if we get caught?" "Caught?" Bill scoffed. "With my skills and your brains, we're unstoppable. This is gonna be the heist of the century, I'm telling you." "I don't know..." Molly trailed off, her gaze drifting to the window, where she could see the gentle snowfall beginning to blanket the neighborhood. Bill reached across the table, placing his hand over hers. "Come on, Molly. We've been planning this for months. Think of all the possibilities – the freedom, the luxury, the adventure. Isn't that what we've always wanted?" Molly hesitated, her eyes searching his face. "I... I suppose you're right. But we have to be careful, okay? No unnecessary risks." "Of course, of course." Bill waved a dismissive hand. "Trust me, Molly, this is going to be the easiest job we've ever pulled off. By this time tomorrow, we'll be sipping margaritas on a beach somewhere, raking in the dough." Molly sighed, a reluctant smile spreading across her face. "Alright, Bill. Let's do this."