Molly and Bill sat hunched over a colorful, crudely drawn map of the party venue, their eyes gleaming with mischievous excitement. "Alright, Bill," Molly began, tracing her finger along the map, "the presents will be piled up right here, next to the cake table." Bill nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Perfect! I'll create a distraction by setting off some fireworks while you sneak in and grab the goods." "Fireworks? At a kids' party?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that a bit much?" "It'll be fine!" Bill waved off her concern. "The kids will love it, and it'll give you the perfect opportunity to swipe the presents unnoticed." Molly sighed, shaking her head. "Alright, but let's make sure we're in and out quickly. I don't want to deal with a bunch of crying children." "Don't worry, Molls," Bill reassured her, "we'll be like ghosts. In, out, and gone before anyone even realizes what happened." They shared a conspiratorial laugh, their eyes twinkling with anticipation. The plan was set, and the party was about to become the scene of the most daring heist of the year.