Molly and Bill huddled around the blueprint of the children's party venue, their eyes darting from corner to corner, analyzing every detail. The dim light of the single lamp cast shadows across their determined faces. "Molly, you'll enter through the east wing," Bill instructed, his voice low and steady. "I'll take the west. We need to synchronize our entry precisely at midnight." Molly nodded, her blonde hair bobbing with the motion. "Got it. What about the bouncers?" "They're McGill's men," Bill replied, a smirk playing on his lips. "I've heard they can't resist a good game of charades. I'll have them occupied while you grab the loot." "Mickey Mouse forever," Molly mumbled to herself, mimicking a bouncer. Her eyes snapped back to Bill. "The presents are in the main hall?" "In a locked room behind the photo booth," he confirmed. "The key's with the clown. He's as predictable as he is creepy." A shiver ran down Molly's spine at the thought of the clown. "We better move fast before the cake cutting." "In and out in five minutes," Bill agreed. "The parents will be too distracted to notice anything." "Unless someone blows out the candles before we're done," Molly quipped, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips. Bill's eyes narrowed. "We've run this a dozen times. It'll be fine." Molly bit her lip, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I like it when you're this confident. It's sexy." Bill rolled his eyes. "Concentrate, Molly. This is a job, not a date." Mollylaughed softly. "Spoilsport."