Molly adjusted her balaclava, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Alright, Bill, let's go over the plan one more time. We're hitting the kids' birthday party, right?" Bill nodded, his fingers drumming nervously on the table. "Yeah, yeah, that's the one. The parents are loaded, and those brats are bound to have some serious loot." "Exactly," Molly said, a grin spreading across her face. "All we have to do is slip in, grab the presents, and get out before anyone's the wiser." "But what about the security?" Bill asked, his brow furrowing. "There's bound to be at least a few adults keeping an eye on things." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Pfft, that's the easy part. I've got it all figured out. We'll wait until the cake's being served, then slip in through the back while everyone's distracted." "And the alarms?" Bill pressed. "Already taken care of," Molly assured him. "I've got a guy who can disable them for us. Easy peasy." Bill still looked unconvinced, but Molly could see the glint of excitement in his eyes. "Alright, let's do this. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you."