The dimly lit basement echoed with the sound of squeaking rats and dripping water. Molly and Bill huddled around a flickering bulb, their faces illuminated in the uneven light. Molly, with her fiery red hair tied back in a messy bun, traced a blueprint with her finger. "This is our entry point, right here," she said, tapping a spot on the map. "The kitchen window. It's always left open for ventilation." Bill, a tall and lanky man with a perpetually worried expression, adjusted his glasses and frowned. "A kitchen window? Really, Molly? Isn't that a bit...obvious?" he asked, his voice tinged with anxiety. Molly looked up, her green eyes glinting with a mix of frustration and amusement. "That's the beauty of it, Bill. Nobody expects a break-in through the kitchen window at a children's party. They'll all be focused on the main hall." Bill scratched his chin, unconvinced. "I don't know, Molly. What if someone catches us? A kid could scream, and then it's game over." Molly rolled her eyes but kept her patience. "Relax, Bill. We'll be in and out before anyone notices. Besides, who's going to suspect two adults sneaking into a children's party?" Bill shifted his weight from one foot to the other, still skeptical. "I just think we should have a better plan. A more subtle one. This seems a bit...reckless." Molly sighed and folded her arms across her chest. "Okay, Mr. Subtlety, what's your grand plan?" Bill hesitated, then cleared his throat. "Well, we could dress up as entertainers. You know, clowns or magicians. We could blend right in." Molly burst into laughter, her hands on her hips. "Clowns? Oh, that's rich, Bill. You in a clown suit? I can just imagine the look on your face." Bill frowned, slightly embarrassed. "It was just an idea. You're the mastermind here, Molly." She grinned and patted him on the back. "Look, I appreciate your input, but trust me on this. The kitchen window is our best bet. And once we're inside, we grab the presents and slip out the back door. Easy peasy." Bill nodded reluctantly, convinced more by Molly's confidence than the plan itself. "Alright, Molly. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Molly winked at him. "Deal. Now, let's go over the details one more time." They bent over the blueprint again, the lamplight casting long shadows on the wall. "We'll arrive just after the party starts," Molly began, her voice low and serious. "The kids will be distracted, and the parents will be busy with the entertainment. We slip in through the window, grab the presents, and get out before anyone realizes what happened." Bill nodded, a little more confidence creeping into his voice. "And what if someone sees us?" Molly shrugged. "We improvise. Act like lost guests or overly enthusiastic party-goers. Worst case, we ditch the loot and run." Bill adjusted his glasses again, a nervous habit. "And you're sure the window will be open?" Molly grinned wickedly. "Positive. I overhe algunos children