Molly paced the dimly lit basement, her mind whirring with the intricate details of their latest heist. Bill sat in the corner, his fingers drumming a rhythmic beat on the rickety table as he studied the blueprints spread out before him. "Alright, let's go over the plan one more time," Molly said, her voice hushed but authoritative. "We've got a narrow window of opportunity, and we can't afford to mess this up." Bill cleared his throat, his eyes never leaving the maps. "We hit the party right when the cake is being served. Everyone will be distracted, and that's our chance to slip in and grab the goods." "And the security?" Molly asked, her brow furrowed. "Minimal," Bill replied. "A couple of underpaid teenagers guarding the doors, nothing we can't handle." Molly nodded, her lips curving into a mischievous grin. "This is going to be our biggest score yet. Just think of all the presents waiting for us." Bill mirrored her expression, the thrill of the heist evident in his eyes. "Let's do this." With a newfound determination, the two thieves set to work, their fingers flying as they finalized the details of their plan. The children's party was about to get a lot more exciting.