Molly leaned over the blueprint, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Alright, Bill, let's go over the plan one more time." Bill nodded, his fingers drumming nervously on the table. "Right, so we break in through the back window, avoid the security guards, and make our way to the present table." "Exactly," Molly said, tapping the diagram. "And what do we do once we get to the presents?" "Grab as many as we can and make a run for it," Bill replied, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Molly rolled her eyes. "And how do we avoid getting caught?" "Uh, run really fast?" "Bill, you're supposed to be the smart one here," Molly groaned. "We need a better plan than that." "Alright, alright, let me think." Bill scratched his chin, deep in thought. "What if we create a distraction? Like, set off some smoke bombs or something?" Molly's face lit up. "Now we're talking. And while the guards are busy with that, we can slip in and out with the presents." "Perfect!" Bill exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "This is going to be our best heist yet." Molly grinned, already picturing the piles of loot they'd be able to sell. "Let's do this."