Molly and Bill sat in the dimly lit garage, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of a single naked lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. A scattering of half-empty cardboard boxes and old paint cans surrounded them, lending the scene an air of clandestine intrigue. "So, Bill, are we ready for this job?" Molly asked, her voice laced with a mixture of excitement and nerves. "Breaking into a children's party to steal the presents... it's not your typical heist, that's for sure." "Oh, we're ready, all right," Bill replied with a grin, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Those kids have no idea what's coming. We'll be in and out before they've even finished their juice boxes." Molly chuckled. "Just make sure you leave some cake for me. I've got a sweet tooth, and those little rascals better not have eaten it all." "Don't worry, I'll save you a slice... if there's any left after those ravenous tykes are done," Bill teased, his eyebrows waggling. "But on a serious note, we need to make sure we time this perfectly. We don't want to show up too early and risk those brats still being there." "Absolutely," Molly agreed, her eyes narrowing in concentration. "We strike when the party's in full swing, just before the parents come to pick up their little darlings. That way, we can blend in with the chaos and make our escape unnoticed."