Molly leaned back in her chair, sipping her tea as she studied the blueprint of the children's party venue. "So, Bill," she said, her eyes never leaving the paper, "what's our plan for getting in and out without being seen?" Bill grinned, his hand straying to the pocket of his coat where he kept his lock picks. "Well, Molly," he replied, "I've got a new trick up my sleeve. I've been practicing my sleight of hand, and I think I can distract the adults long enough for us to make our move." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're going to pickpocket the parents?" she asked, amusement clear in her voice. Bill nodded. "Exactly. Once we've got their attention, we'll slip in through the kitchen door, grab the presents, and be out before anyone knows what hit them." Molly chuckled. "And how are we going to get past the security guard out front?" she asked. Bill winked. "Don't worry about that, Molly. I've got a plan for him too. I'll tell him I'm here to deliver some balloons, and by the time he realizes he's been duped, we'll already be inside." Molly shook her head, laughing. "Bill, you're a lunatic. But I have to admit, your schemes always seem to work." Bill grinned. "That's because I'm the best in the business, Molly. Now, let's get to work. We've got a party to steal from." The two thieves spent the rest of the afternoon rehearsing their roles, practicing their lines and perfecting their moves. As the sun set and the party began, they made their way to the venue, ready to execute their daring heist.