Molly leaned against the rusty van, a cigarette hanging from her lips. "Bill, did you check the blueprints?" "Yeah, yeah," Bill replied, adjusting his glasses. He pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper from his pocket. "Everything's clear. The party starts at noon, but the presents will be in the back room after the clown wraps them up. We'll sneak in during the magic show, around 2 PM." Molly took a long drag, blowing the smoke out slowly. "Back room? Isn't that a bit risky?" "Nah," Bill said confidently, pointing at the paper. "It's the perfect cover. The kids will be distracted, and security will be focused on the show. We'll have five minutes to grab everything and get out." "Five minutes, huh?" Molly smirked. "Sounds like a challenge." "Think of it as a game," Bill winked. "Plus, the kids are getting cheap stuff anyway. We're doing them a favor." Molly laughed, tossing her cigarette. "Alright, let's do this. No screw-ups." "Got it," Bill nodded. They both slipped into the shadows, ready to execute their plan.