The sun-drenched party hall, a festive façade belied its true purpose: a treasure trove of unwrapped riches. Molly, resplendent in a garish neon jumpsuit, leaned against the wall, eyeing the jubilant chaos within. Bill, her partner in crime, sidled up beside her, his voice low. "Alright, Molls, we've got the layout. Presents are stacked on a table near the DJ booth. I can disable the cameras from the storage closet, but we'll need to move fast." Molly nodded, a gleam in her eye. "I'll take care of the DJ. He's always too busy to notice himself getting mugged." Bill chuckled, a dry, mirthless sound. "You're a cruel, cruel woman." "And you're a genius, Bill. Now let's get to it." She adjusted the earpiece in her ear, a hint of excitement creeping into her voice. "I've got eyes on the doors. When I give the signal, you make your move." Bill gave a curt nod. "I'm set. Just don't get too caught up in the birthday boy's cake fight. Time's wasting, Molly."