Molly leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers together as she surveyed the blueprints of the children's party venue. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan. We get in through the air ducts, make our way to the gift table, and grab as many presents as we can carry." Bill scrunched up his face. "I don't know, Molly. I'm not exactly feeling the whole 'stealing from kids' vibe. It's a little... unsavory." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Unsavory? You're a thief, Bill. We steal from people for a living. What's the difference between some rich businessman's wallet and a bunch of snotty-nosed kids' presents?" Bill shrugged. "I don't know, it just feels more... personal, I guess. Those kids are counting on getting those presents." Molly snorted. "Counting on getting presents? Ha! Those kids are probably going to be more traumatized by the fact that they're being forced to participate in a screaming, sugar-fueled melee for five hours. We're doing them a favor, really." Bill chuckled. "You're such a softie, Molly." Molly playfully rolled her eyes. "Shut up, I'm just trying to put things into perspective. Now, let's focus on the logistics. We need to get in, grab the loot, and get out before anyone notices." Bill nodded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Alright, but what's our exit strategy? We can't just lug a bunch of presents out the front door." Molly grinned. "Leave that to me. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Literally, in this case." She pulled out a handful of party blowers, the kind that make a loud, annoying noise when you blow into them. Bill's eyes widened as she demonstrated, a loud, earsplug-worthy WHOOOOSH filling the room. Bill covered his ears. "What the...?!" Molly laughed. "I'll create a diversion, Bill. You grab the presents and make a run for it. By the time the adults figure out what's going on, we'll be long gone." Bill shook his head, grinning. "You're a genius, Molly. A twisted, evil genius." Molly preened, pleased with herself. "Hey, someone's got to be the mastermind around here. Now, let's get to work. We've got a party to crash." Bill stood up, brushing off his pants. "You know, I'm starting to think this might be the most fun I've ever had on a heist." Molly grinned. "That's what I'm talking about, Bill. This is going to be a blast." As they began to make their way out the door, Bill turned back to Molly. "You know, for the record, I'm still not entirely comfortable with stealing from kids." Molly patted him on the back. "Don't worry, Bill. We'll just split the loot with their parents. I'm sure they'll appreciate the early Christmas shopping."