Molly paced back and forth in the dimly lit garage, her eyes darting between the blueprints on the workbench and her partner in crime, Bill. The air was thick with tension and the faint smell of motor oil. "Alright, Bill, let's go over this one more time," Molly said, her voice a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Bill leaned against an old filing cabinet, arms crossed. "Do we have to? I think I've got it memorized by now." "Yes, we have to," Molly insisted. "This is our biggest score yet. We can't afford any mistakes." Bill sighed dramatically. "Fine. Hit me with it, boss." Molly pointed to the blueprints. "Okay, so the party starts at 2 PM. We'll arrive at 1:45, posing as the entertainment." "Right, I'm the clown, and you're the magician," Bill nodded. "Exactly. Once we're inside, we'll do our acts for about 30 minutes. That should give us enough time to case the joint and locate the presents." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And you're sure you can do magic tricks?" Molly waved her hand dismissively. "How hard can it be? I've watched a few YouTube videos. Besides, they're kids. They'll believe anything." "If you say so," Bill shrugged. "What's next?" "At precisely 2:30, you'll create a distraction. Something big enough to draw everyone's attention." Bill grinned mischievously. "Leave it to me. I've got a few tricks up my oversized sleeves." "Great," Molly continued. "While everyone's distracted, I'll sneak into the garage where they're keeping the presents. You'll join me as soon as you can slip away." "And then we stuff our bags full of goodies and make our grand escape," Bill finished. Molly nodded. "Exactly. We'll be out of there before anyone realizes what's happened." Bill pushed himself off the filing cabinet and walked over to the workbench. "It's a solid plan, Molly. But are you sure about this? I mean, stealing from kids... It feels a bit, I don't know, wrong?" Molly's expression softened for a moment before hardening again. "We've been over this, Bill. Times are tough, and we need the money. Besides, these are rich kids. They'll probably get replacement presents before the day is over." Bill sighed. "I suppose you're right. It's just... I remember how excited I used to get about birthday presents when I was a kid." "Well, we're not kids anymore," Molly said firmly. "And we've got bills to pay. Now, let's focus on getting our disguises ready." As they began sorting through their costumes, Bill couldn't help but ask, "Hey, Molly? What if one of the kids recognizes us from the neighborhood?" Molly paused, a look of concern flashing across her face. "That... that's actually a good point. I hadn't thought of that." "Maybe we should wear masks?" Bill suggested. Molly shook her head. "No, that would be too suspicious. We'll just have to hope for the best. And if anyone does recognize us, we'll improvise." Bill nodded, not entirely convinced. "Alright, if you say so. Let's just hope this doesn't blow up in our faces." As they continued their preparations, both Molly and Bill couldn't shake the feeling that they might be in over their heads. But with the promise of a big score looming, they pushed their doubts aside and focused on the task at hand.