Molly leaned back in the creaky wooden chair, her eyes scanning the rundown community center across from her. "Alright, so we've got our window of opportunity, and we've got our exit strategy. All we need now is a solid plan for getting the presents from point A to point B." Bill snorted, his eyes fixed on the worn table between them. "Presents at a kids' party. It's like they're begging for us to take them." Molly raised an eyebrow. "We're not just looking for a challenge, Bill. We're trying to pay off the dentist." "Fair point," Bill replied, crossing his arms. "Alright, so we get in. What's the plan?" Molly cracked her knuckles. "I take care of the door. You create a diversion. Oh, and can you make sure it's loud and obnoxious enough to drown out the sound of a pint-sized prince on a sugar high?" Bill grinned. "Leave that to me. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve." Molly's eyes sparkled. "Like what, exactly?" "Like...like I'll dress up as the kids' favorite cartoon character, and do the cha cha slide on top of the snack table." Molly snorted. "That's...actually not a bad idea."