"The party music flowed like a gentle stream, perfect for distraction, thought Molly, eyeing the colorful rooftop party below. “Bill, just picture the chaos,” she whispered, securing the blueprints in her jacket pocket. Bill, hovering beside her, nodded assertively, eyeing the crowd through a binocular. “Chaos? Molly, I see opportunity. The gift exchange is the catalyst. Children’s laughter conceals the perfect timing.” Molly winked, “Exactly! And with you piloting the getaway car, our dance will be silent as the stars.” “Silent, but not missed, Molly. The key is timing. Moments after the applause for the last present, we strike,” Bill replied, his eyes scanning for security cameras. “You're one step away, but remember, check-out with a sweet smile, don’t burn bridges, if you catch my drift,” she quipped, flicking a lockpick hidden in her glove. “Ah, the art of disappearing like a wisp of smoke,” Bill chuckled, quickly memorizing the route to evade the sirens. Exiting the building, they lightheartedly debated playful strategies. “We could