Molly glanced down at the meticulously detailed blueprints spread out on the rickety table, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Alright, Bill, let's go over the plan one more time. We've got to make sure every detail is perfect if we're going to pull this off." Bill leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up on the table and causing the blueprints to rustle. "Yeah, yeah, I got it. We sneak in through the back entrance, disable the security system, and make a beeline for the present table. Grab as many gifts as we can and get out before anyone's the wiser." "It's not that simple, you knucklehead," Molly snapped, smacking Bill's feet off the table. "There are motion sensors, cameras, and who knows what other traps those rich parents have set up to protect their precious little darlings' haul." She pointed to the various markings on the blueprint, her finger tracing the layout of the venue. "See here? We've got to time our movements perfectly to avoid setting off any alarms." Bill let out a long, exasperated sigh. "Aw, come on, Mol. Since when do we ever get caught? We're the best damn thieves in the business, and you know it. This is going to be a cakewalk." Molly shot him a withering glare. "That's exactly the kind of attitude that's going to get us thrown in the slammer, you moron. We need to be on our toes, not strutting around like we own the place." "Alright, alright, calm down. I'm listening," Bill said, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "Tell me the plan, and I'll follow it to the letter. I promise." Molly nodded, satisfied that she'd gotten through to him. "Okay, here's how it's going to go down. We'll wait until the party is in full swing, then sneak in through the back entrance. I'll disable the security system while you keep watch. Once it's all clear, we'll make our way to the present table and start loading up the loot. We'll need to work fast, but not so fast that we draw attention to ourselves. Got it?" Bill scratched his chin, brows furrowed in thought. "And what about the guests? Ain't they gonna notice a couple of strangers sneaking around?" "That's where you come in," Molly said, a sly grin spreading across her face. "You're going to be our distraction. I want you to dress up like a clown or something and start entertaining the kids. That should keep everyone's eyes off us while we do our thing." Bill's eyes widened, and he shook his head vehemently. "Aw, hell no, Mol. I ain't dressing up like no clown. That's just embarrassing." Molly leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "You'll do it, or I'll make sure you spend the next five years in solitary. Your choice." Bill grumbled under his breath, but ultimately conceded. "Fine, fine. I'll do it. But you owe me big time for this, you hear?" Molly grinned, already picturing the look on the parents' faces when they realized their children's presents had been stolen. "Deal. Now, let's go over the plan one more time, just to be sure."