Molly and Bill sat across from each other at a small, dimly lit table in the back of the dingy bar. Molly, with her fiery red hair and sharp green eyes, leaned forward eagerly, her fingers tightly wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee. Bill, with his unassuming demeanor and perpetually rumpled suit, sat back in his chair, a nonchalant smirk playing on his lips as he sipped his whiskey. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly began, her voice barely above a whisper. "We hit the children's party at the park tomorrow afternoon. It's the perfect opportunity – the parents will be too busy socializing to notice us sneaking in and grabbing all the presents." Bill raised an eyebrow, his smirk turning into a full-blown grin. "And just how do you plan on getting past the hired security?" "Leave that to me," Molly replied confidently. "I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. We'll be in and out before they even know what hit them." "And what do we do with the presents once we have them?" Bill asked, his curiosity piqued. "We'll fence them, of course," Molly answered matter-of-factly. "There's always someone willing to pay top dollar for hot merchandise. Especially when it's wrapped up in shiny paper and bows." Bill laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "You always did have a flair for the dramatic, Molly. I'm in. Let's do this."