The scene opens on Molly and Bill sitting at a small, rickety table in a dimly lit room. Molly, a petite woman with short, spiky hair and a mischievous glint in her eye, is tapping her fingers impatiently on the table. Bill, a tall, lanky man with a bushy mustache and a nervous tic, is shuffling papers and muttering to himself. "Come on, Bill," Molly says, drumming her fingers on the table. "We don't have all day. What's the plan?" Bill looks up at Molly, sweat beading on his forehead. "Right, right, sorry. Okay, so here's what we're gonna do..." He launches into a detailed explanation of the heist, outlining the various steps they need to take to infiltrate the children's party and make off with the presents. As he talks, Molly listens intently, nodding along and occasionally interjecting with questions or suggestions. "Okay, so we'll go in through the back entrance," Bill continues. "I've got a buddy who works at the catering company, he's gonna let us in. Once we're in, we'll head straight for the present table and grab as many as we can carry. Then we'll make a run for it." "Sounds good," Molly says. "But what about security? Won't there be guards or something?" Bill nods. "Yeah, but we've got a foolproof plan to deal with them. We'll dress up as clowns and blend in with the entertainment. No one will even notice we're there." "Genius," Molly says with a grin. "Let's do this." The two thieves stand up and make their way to the door, ready to put their plan into action. As they leave the room, Bill can't help but feel a twinge of excitement in his gut. He knows it's risky, but the thrill of the heist is irresistible. "This is gonna be fun," he says with a grin, following Molly out the door. "Let's go steal us some presents."