Bill took a sip from his mug, eyes darting around the dimly lit café as if expecting a SWAT team to burst through the doors any moment. Molly, her face obscured by a wide-brimmed hat, leaned across the table, her gloved fingers resting on the stolen blueprints. "So, this is our big score?" She whispered conspiratorially. "Oh, it's big, alright." Bill's voice was a hoarse whisper. "The perfect opportunity. Hundreds of kids, running amok at this massive birthday bash. They won't even notice if half the presents go missing." "And how do we ensure we get all the loot, I mean presents?" Molly's eyes narrowed in mock suspicion. "This sounds like a job for the gift-wrap guru herself." "That's you, genius! Your wrapping skills will come in handy for a quick disguise. We blend in, grab the goods, and bounce." His enthusiasm filled the tense atmosphere. "But why go to all this trouble for some kids' toys? Isn't it a bit... beneath our caliber?" Molly arched an eyebrow, revealing a hint of skepticism. Bill leaned in, his voice dropping to a near inaudible level. " word on the street is, one of these presents contains something precious, a family heirloom. We grab that, and we're set for life." She smirked, sitting back in her chair. "Then let's do this. For the thrill of it all and the promise of a shiny reward."