The rain drizzled against the windowpane, painting a dismal picture of the night outside. Molly and Bill, two masterminds of larceny, huddled in the dimly lit room, poring over the blueprints spread before them. "Alright, Molly, any thoughts?" Bill asked, tapping his finger on the layout. "I say we go through the back door," Molly replied, her eyes narrow and focused. "Less chance of being seen." "Won't the catering staff be there?" Bill questioned. ringe to the party, we tap into the PA system, and I'll create a diversion. By the time they figure it out, we'll be in." "Brilliant," Bill sighed. "And what about security?" "Taken care of. I've hacked into their communication system and created a fake event to keep them occupied on the other side of the city." Molly leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Bill, did you do your part?" "Yep, I've been following the kid's bullies for weeks. They'll make sure to start something that will get the chaperones out of the way." Bill studied the layout again, a smirk playing on his lips. "You know, my compliments. Badgering a brat never been more useful." "You're full of it, Bill. Such a sick, sick man," Molly scoffed. "You have any ideas how are we going to get out of there with all the presents?" Bills response came quickly. "I've left a window open on the east wing. We'll use it to push them down to the alley. The van will be waiting." Molly sat back in her chair, giving a thought to their plan. "It's bold, but I like it." "Then it's settled," Bill said. "We aim for the party, retrieve the loot, and we're out before anyone realizes the presents are missing, eh?" "Sounds good to me," Molly nodded. Bill stood and gathered the blueprints. "I'll position the da ropes and a SUV near the alley, just in case." "I'll meet you there," Molly said with a grin as she pulled on her cap. "And Molly," "What?" "Don't forget your costume, it's the key to our plan. Badgering this guy is will be a beauty to see." "Don't worry, I won't forget?" Molly said and both sprayed out into the night, the future of the party safe no more.