"Okay, so we're clear. We're hitting the kid's party at noon," Molly said, her voice a low whisper in the dimly lit room. Bill raised an eyebrow. "Noon? Isn't that a bit... audacious?" "Precisely," Molly smirked. "Nobody expects a heist at a kids' party. The perfect cover." Bill shook his head. "I still think we should wait until dark. Easier to blend in." Molly groaned. "Bill, you know the drill. We need to be quick and clean. The longer we linger, the higher the risk." Bill sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. Noon it is. What's the plan?" Molly laid it out. "We get in early, posing as the entertainment. Magicians, clowns, whatever they've booked. Once inside, we blend in with the chaos." Bill chuckled. "Magicians? Do you even know any tricks?" Molly shot him a withering look. "Do you?" "Touché." Bill paused, thinking. "So, once we're in, how do we get to the presents?" "The parents will be distracted," Molly explained. "Too busy with the cake and games. We slip away, grab the loot, and stash it in the getaway car. Simple." Bill nodded, though his eyes were dubious. "What about security? Cameras? Knucklehead guards?" Molly shook her head. "Not likely. It's a kids' party, Bill. They're not expecting an invasion of the present snatchers. We'll be in and out before anyone knows what hit them." Bill still looked unconvinced. "What if there are witnesses? Little snitches running around?" "Then we improvise," Molly said, her eyes narrowing. "We'll have to be charming. Distracting. Think of it as performance art." Bill groaned. "I knew there was a reason I disliked kids." Molly patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Bill. Think of the payoff. All those unopened presents. A veritable treasure trove."