Molly sat across from Bill, flipping through a burgundy leather-bound notebook filled with detailed sketches and blueprints of the children's party venue. "So, here's the plan," she began, her eyes scanning the pages. "We'll come in through the kitchen just after the last of the guests arrive, when all the parents are occupied with their kids." Bill nodded enthusiastically, his dark eyes gleaming with greed. "That's brilliant, Molly! And once we're in, how do you suggest we proceed?" Molly smirked and set the notebook down. "Well, Bill, we'll split up. You take the young 'uns, the toddlers and kindergartners. I'll handle the older kids and their presents. We'll meet back here in exactly one hour, with our loot intact." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And what if someone stops us?" Molly leaned back in her chair, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Just remember, Bill, we're not here to make friends. We're here to make off with the biggest haul of the year." She slid a stack of children's candy cane masks across the table. "And these'll help us blend in just fine." Bill grinned and reached for the masks. "You got it, Molly. Let's do this!"