"Alright, Molly, we've got the blueprints to the party venue. It's time to plan our attack." Bill said, spreading out the detailed schematic on the table. Molly leaned in, her eyes scanning over every detail. "This is perfect. We can slip in through the ventilation system, might be a tight squeeze but doable." Bill nodded, running a hand through his greasy hair. "Agreed, but once we're in, we need to move fast. Kids tend to get restless and scream a lot." "> A plus kids scream loudly, we can mask any noise we make." Molly pointed at a box labeled 'gifts', fuller than a Santa's sack. "That's gotta have a few valuables." "And the parents... They get preoccupied, easy distraction." Bill's more classy renovated the kid's treasure trove. "Perfect, once I cut that lock, we're out in a minute." "Wait wait, you truly wish to bring those ridiculous, oversized novelty scissors right a party?And miss the bounce house, holy hell this will be enjoyable." Molly rolled her eyes. "You wanna get us caught? Fine, but we need to and silence we get. No goofing off on the job." She smacked oversized cutting shears from Bill's hand and stuffed them under the table disapprovingly. "What? Lullabies are off limits Billy, we are here to pistoting toys. " Bill pouted sticking out his lower lip. Molly silenced his tantrum. "I'll meet you here tomorrow night, by the dogs house. And don't be late." With that, the partners in crime and shenanigans went there separate ways. Bill looked back over his shoulder and' simply shrugged. </div>