"Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly whispered, her eyes scanning the blueprint of the community center. "Lay it on me, doll," Bill replied, adjusting his fedora. "We rappel in through the skylight," Molly began, pointing to a spot on the roof. "The kids will be glued to the magician, so no one will notice us." "Good thinking," Bill said, nodding. "Once inside," Molly continued, "we head straight for the gift table. I'll pick the lock while you keep watch." "And if anyone does notice us?" Bill asked. "We play it cool," Molly said, giving him a wink. "We'll be the most charming burglars they've ever seen." Bill chuckled. "You always know how to sweet-talk your way out of trouble." Molly smirked. "Just keep your eyes peeled and your ears open. We don't want any surprises." "Got it, boss," Bill said, saluting her. Molly grinned. "Let's get rich, kid."