Molly slammed the door shut and leaned against it, catching her breath. "You're getting too old for this, Bill." Bill grinned, adjusting his hat. "Says the woman who couldn't even remember to lock the car last night." Molly rolled her eyes. "Fine. Let's get back on track. How are we doing on intel?" "Just got off the phone with Uncle Al. They're having that annual birthday bash over at the Community Center. You remember the place?" "Bigger than a whorehouse, but smaller than a prison, the way you always put it?" Bill chuckled. "Yep. That's the place. There'll be at least twenty kids and their parents, lots of booze, laughter, and enough presents to give Santa a complex." Molly rubbed her hands together. "Sign me up. What's our entry strategy?" "There's a side door that leads to the party room. Uncle Al said there's never any security on it - too much trust in good ol' Community Center neighbors." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Too much trust... In neighbors? Bill, are you getting soft in your old age?" "Listen, Molly. These are good folks. They deserve a little trust now and then. Besides, it means we've got an easy out." Molly sighed and nodded. "Fine. It's your heist. So, we slip in, grab the goods, and get out. What's your plan for wrangling all these presents?" "I'm thinking a couple of gym bags and a duffel bag. We'll wrap them up in tablecloths we find inside and haul them out under the guise of helping clean up. No one will even notice the goods are missing." Molly narrowed her eyes. "And you're positive we can pick the locks on those gym bags while we're in there? I've got a feeling there could be some valuable items in there worth more than we'd have time to crack open." Bill smiled slyly. "Don't worry about that. Remember the old saying: never underestimate the power of velcro." Molly sighed, shaking her head. "You'd better hope Uncle Al had his cake made by professionals, or we're never going to hear the end of it from you." "Oh, rest assured. This cake is going to be the stuff of legends. Remember, it's the birthdays of four sets of triplets - we're talking fourteen kids here. And Uncle Al says he splurged this year, going all out. We could be looking at a fortune in loot here." Molly's eyes widened. "Four sets of triplets? And you didn't even bat an eye about that?" Bill merely shrugged. "What can I say? I like a good challenge. The more presents, the merrier." As the two thieves continued to strategize, their words interspersed with moments of laughter and bickering, a sense of camaraderie filled the room. These two might be rough around the edges, but there was no denying they made a formidable team. Little did they know that in just a few short hours, their plans would be put to the ultimate test, as they attempted the most audacious heist either of them had ever attempted. But Molly and Bill were confident in their skills, and the prospect of all that loot was too sweet to resist. It was going to be a night to remember.