The sound of sugary laughter and off-key singing drifted through the walls of the mansion, a sweet serenade to the heist to come. Molly crouched beside Bill, her eyes fixed on the security cameras as she spoke in a hushed tone. "We're clear on the main level. Two guards, circling the pool area every ten minutes. But the pièce de résistance is the kitchen, where the goodies are kept." Bill's grin gleamed in the dim light. "Tell me more, my pastry purloiner." Molly smirked. "The party's in the east wing, third floor. We'll need to get past the cake table, where the gift- wrapping station is set up. That's where the real loot is – the presents." "What's the mark looking like?" Bill's voice wavered into a mock-innocent tone. "A tower of toys? A forest of fascinatin' games?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Come on, Bill. It's just gifts. We've got this. Load-bearing columns, fire extinguisher in the closet, stairwell access..." "Okay, okay. I was just daydreaming... about what might be under that festive paper of anarchy." Bill winked, and Molly couldn't help but chuckle as she reached for the lockpicks. "You're such a ghoul, Bill."