Bill gently nudged Molly's shoulder with a piece of wrapped paper in his hand. "Hey Molly, check this out." His voice was hushed as he carefully peeled away the layers to reveal a glittering diamond tiara. Molly's eyes widened, "Whoa, that third-grade prom queen crock's worth a fortune. Perfect for our little heist." With a sagely nod, Bill replied, "Exactly my point. Imagine all the presents in this party, the added weight to our team's bonus." "The planning's tough, but we're psyched," Molly stated confidently, her eyes scanning a blueprint she'd meticulously prepared. Notes for every kid's favorite toy, an annual report of gift wishlist, and a map to the garden where the presents would be stored. "We need to forge some fake IDs; it's essential to maintain our little con job," Bill suggested, his gaze thoughtful. "I've got that covered," Molly assured, smirking. Her mind was already envisioning the crowning moment when they returned to the locker room with their spoils. They met again at a dimly lit diner, eyes locked over cups of coffee. "At the party, you'll be the king," Bill proposed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Or queen," she quipped, a birthmark on her cheek illuminated by the neon sign outside. "Either way, we're the talk of the town." Bill chuckled, "Just make sure you’re the nicer-nurtured sheriff when the door locks shut. Kids and little gossips can turn on each other quick." "The job's bigger than just the gold ball," Molly cautioned as she sipped her coffee. "We need to plan a way out that doesn’t leave us with collateral damage." Shaking his head, Bill approached her, placing a palm flat on her knee. “Remember, the sleight of hand in heists is everything. Keep them impressed. Meanwhile, we’ll be quick and silent." "Run it like the ageless plot it is,” Molly agreed, her eyes flashing with a mix of excitement and a sly grin. She started jotting down their exit plan, already visualizing the smooth run, while Bill double-checked their list of accomplices; both knew in the world of heists, timing was everything. The conversation turned contemplative on the way out. "We're doing this for the thrill, Bill. Do you ever feel that?" He turned to find her standing by the night bus, "Sure, but let's make this our greatest event yet. Heist movie gold stars for us." "Just make it dinner afterwards, not prison," she laughed playfully, climbing aboard as they drove into the velvet velo of the night, dreams of their successful caper lingering in the air.