The worn floorboards creaked under Molly's feet as she paced back and forth, her brow furrowed in deep contemplation. Bill sat hunched over the table, sketching a blueprint of the children's party venue with meticulous detail. "This is our best shot, Molly," he murmured, his eyes fixed on the paper. "The kids will be too busy running around, hopped up on sugar and party games to notice a thing." Molly paused, her arms crossed over her chest. "And what about the parents? They'll be there, too, watching like hawks." Bill's lips curled into a mischievous grin. "That's why we'll strike during the cake-cutting ceremony. Everyone will be too focused on the birthday girl to pay attention to anything else." "I don't know, Bill," Molly sighed, running a hand through her unruly hair. "This feels a little too risky, even for us." "Trust me, Molly," Bill said, his voice laced with confidence. "This is going to be our biggest score yet." Molly hesitated, her doubts still lingering, but the allure of the potential reward was too strong to resist. With a determined nod, she joined Bill at the table, ready to finalize their plan.