Molly and Bill huddled over a crude map of the children's party venue, a community center in a quiet suburban neighborhood. They were dressed in their usual attire - Molly in a bright pink jumpsuit and Bill in a worn denim jacket with a fake mustache attached to his upper lip. "Alright, here's the plan," Molly said, tracing the layout of the party with a gloved finger. "We sneak in through the ventilation shaft, make our way to the present table, and grab as much as we can carry." Bill rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I don't know, Molly. I've got a bad feeling about this. What if we get caught by a pack of angry parents?" Molly rolled her eyes. "You're not going to start with the 'it's a bad idea, Molly' speech again, are you? We've been over this. We're in this for the loot, not to make friends with the PTA." Bill shrugged. "I'm just saying, it's a children's party. It's like we're stealing from the Tooth Fairy or something." Molly snorted. "The Tooth Fairy doesn't pay our bills, Bill. Now let's get to work. We've got a lot of presents to steal." "Right behind you, boss," Bill said, adjusting his fake mustache.