Molly adjusted her goggles, the neon lights from the nearby carnival rides reflecting in the lenses. "So, you're sure the party's at 7 pm sharp?" Bill nodded, his fedora tilted low over his eyes. "Positive. The clown arrives at seven. That's our cue. Parents will be too busy worrying about their kids getting scared to notice us." Molly smirked, tapping her gloved fingers against the blueprint spread out on the hood of their nondescript van. "Perfect. We snag the presents, slip out the side door, and vanish into the night. Easy as pie." Bill frowned. "You think it's too easy? I mean, we're usually robbing banks or museums, not parties." Molly shrugged. "Different venue, same game. Remember the charity gala last year? This is just like that, but with more balloons." "Balloons and screaming children," Bill muttered. "Don't forget that part." She laughed, a sound like tinkling bells mixed with mischief. "Oh, come on, Billy. Think of it as practice for when we have grandkids." "Grandkids? You planning on settling down, Mol?" Molly rolled her eyes, her smile fading back into a determined line. "Focus, Bill. Tonight's about the haul, not hypothetical futures." He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. Present heist it is." Molly pointed at the blueprint. "Phase one: distraction. You ready with the fireworks?" "Always." Bill grinned. "Let's make some magic."