Molly sat down in front of the keyboard, her fingers poised over the keys. She took a deep breath and started typing. "Okay, so here's the plan," Molly began, leaning back in her chair. Across from her, Bill rolled his eyes. "You know I hate these things," he grumbled. "Just tell me what to do so we can get this over with." Molly ignored him, gripping her pen tightly as she continued to outline their heist. "We'll hit the party after dark, when everyone's politely cavorting and the parents are busy enjoying themselves. We'll dress in costume, something festive like elves or clowns, so we blend in." "I'm not wearing that silly clown suit," Bill protested, pointing a finger at her. "Fine," Molly huffed, "then be an elf. It doesn't matter what you wear as long as you look the part." "But..." Bill trailed off, clearly not happy with her response. Molly smirked. "I'll do the talking," she said firmly. "You just do as I say and we'll be in and out before anyone even notices we were there." Bill opened his mouth to argue, but Molly cut him off. "We'll scout the place beforehand to make sure it's clear of any security personnel," she continued. "And we'll have a getaway car parked around the corner, out of sight but close enough. There'll be plenty of presents to steal, so we'll have our pick of the bunch." Molly sat back in her chair, grinning like a Cheshire cat. This was going to be the easiest heist yet. "You think this is funny?" Bill asked, his voice tinged with annoyance. Molly shook her head slowly. "No, I don't," she said dreamily. "I think it's perfect. We'll have all the spoils of a children's party without any of the kids." Bill groaned loudly, rubbing his temples. "You're sick, you know that, right?" Molly laughed, the sound echoing between them. They both knew they were doing something morally questionable, but that never stopped them before. Besides, who wouldn't want a big pile of toys for themselves? "We'll need to make a list of the presents we want," Molly mused, tapping her chin. "No more than three each, to keep it manageable. And we'll have to be quick about it, so we don't attract too much attention." Bill muttered something under his breath, but Molly ignored it. She was too busy planning their next heist to worry about his grumbling. "One last thing," Molly added, her voice dropping to a whisper. "We cannot, under any circumstance, get caught. If we do, it'll be game over. Do you understand?" Bill sighed heavily, rolling his eyes once more. "I'll do my best," he grumbled. "But don't blame me if anything goes wrong." Molly grinned again. "Everything's going to go just perfectly," she said, her voice bright and confident. "Just wait and see." She stood up from her chair, stretching her arms overhead. Bill followed suit, reluctantly gathering his things. As they walked out of the room, Molly couldn't help but wonder what kind of presents they'd find once they hit the party. A new Xbox? A pink Barbie? A remote-controlled racing car? The possibilities were endless, and Molly couldn't wait to get started.