Molly slunk into the dimly lit room, a baseball cap pulled low over her eyes. Bill was already there, hunched over a stack of maps and schematics. The air smelled faintly of stale sweat and cheap cigarettes. Molly wrinkled her nose and took a seat across from him, her eyes scanning the plans. "So, you got the details?" she asked, trying to keep her voice low but clear. Bill nodded, pushing a cup of lukewarm coffee toward her. "Yeah, I got them. The party's at 2 PM, at the Johnson's estate on the outskirts. It's a kid's birthday, so there'll be a ton of presents. We need to time this just right." Molly took a sip of the coffee, wincing at the bitter taste. "Alright, let's go over the plan. We can't just waltz in, grab the gifts, and waltz out. We need a distraction." Bill grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I've got one in mind. Remember those whoopee cushions I swiped from last month's comedy show? I figure we can use them to cause a bit of chaos." Molly chuckled, shaking her head. "You always have the best ideas. But what about security? I bet the Johnsons have some fancy alarm system or cameras." Bill leaned back, a confident smile spreading across his face. "Leave that to me. I've been doing my homework. The Johnsons are more concerned with their fancy art collection than a bunch of kids' presents. I hacked into their security system and found a loophole. We'll be in and out before anyone even notices." Molly nodded, impressed despite herself. "Alright, but we need to be quick. Kids can be unpredictable, and parents can be even worse. We need to get in, steal the presents, and get out without raising any suspicion." Bill nodded, his focus sharp. "I agree. We'll go in as party crashers, blend in for a bit, and then make our move. I'll create the distraction with the whoopee cushions, and you grab the presents. We'll meet back at the van in thirty minutes, tops." Molly smirked, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Sounds like a plan. But what about the loot? We can't just carry all those presents out in one go. We need a way to transport them without drawing attention." Bill rummaged through a bag and pulled out a roll of duct tape and a set of oversized hoodies. "We'll use these. We can stuff the presents into the hoodies and duct tape them to our backs. It'll look like we're just wearing really puffy, awkward outfits." Molly laughed, the tension easing for a moment. "You really do think of everything, don't you? Alright, let's do this. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Bill chuckled, standing up to stretch. "Deal. Now, let's get ready. We have a party to crash and some presents to steal." Molly stood up, her confidence growing. "Let's make this one unforgettable, Bill. For the kids, and for us." They high-fived, the sound echoing in the quiet room. With a final nod, they set off, ready to pull off the most daring heist of their careers.