Molly sighed and rubbed her temple. "Seriously, Bill? Luring the little tykes away to the backyard with promises of more presents? That's your brilliant plan?" Bill grinned, flashing a gold tooth. "Genius, isn't it? It's not like they'll remember anyways. We slip in, grab the loot, and vanish like ghosts." Molly rolled her eyes. "Aside from the ethical implications of robbing children, what's our exit strategy? These parents are probably gonna notice if we pinch all their kid's gifts." Bill waved a dismissive hand. "Eh, we'll say they're part of the party activities, a big final present hunt across the neighborhood! The parents won't know what hit 'em." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "And the one time I let you plan a job, this is what I get? Bill, I appreciate the creativity, but we're not exactly suited for children's entertainment." Bill leaned in, eyes gleaming. "Molls, it's the perfect crime. A few silly songs, some face paint, they'll be lapping it up. We'll even wrap the presents in our bandanna-themed wrapping paper!" Molly stared at him, trying to process this God-awful plan. "Bill... since when did you have wrapping paper?" Bill winked. "I'm not always the disorganized goofball you take me for. Details are my game." Molly took a deep breath, resigned to Bill's madness. "Fine. But we're taking separate exits, and if I get even a hint of permanent marker on my skin, you're on your own." Bill pumped his fist. "Yes! This is gonna be a piece of cake, and we'll be set for months with all that loot." Molly shook her head, already dreading the impending chaos. "What could possibly go wrong?"| dismissal Molly snorted. "Nothing. There's finite liar that can go wrong with our foolproof plan to commit the most egregious Xy enemy sorrow ever committed." Bill patted her shoulder. You throughput this too much." "Usually" their plan went off without a board? Is a "new hau" fully wrong here?