"Alright, Molly, let's go over the plan one more time," Bill said, leaning forward on the rickety table in their safehouse. "Okay, so we'll wait until the kids are all distracted by the magician or something, then you'll slip in through the back window while I create a distraction at the front," Molly replied, grinning mischievously. "And what exactly is this 'distraction' of yours?" Bill asked, eyebrows raised. "You'll see," Molly said with a wink. "Just make sure you grab all the presents and meet me at the getaway car." "Yeah, yeah, I got it. But what if something goes wrong?" Bill asked, his nerves starting to show. "Relax, will ya? Nothing's gonna go wrong. We've done this a million times before," Molly reassured him. "I don't know, Molly. This one feels different somehow. What if the cops are waiting for us?" Bill said, his voice shaking. "Hey, stop worrying so much. We're gonna be rich after this, remember? Just trust me, okay?" Molly said, placing a hand on Bill's shoulder. "Alright, fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you," Bill grumbled, finally nodding in agreement.