Molly drummed her fingers on the table, her eyes scanning the security footage projected before them. "Bill, are you sure about this?" she asked, a hint of skepticism in her voice. Bill leaned back in his chair, smirking. "Molly, Molly, always so cautious. These are just kids' presents. What could possibly go wrong?" "Children have their own ways of dealing with theft," Molly countered. "You think they'll just let it go?" Bill waved a dismissive hand. "Nah, they're pint-sized geniuses, sure, but most are more interested in the shiny new toy than the missing old one. Besides, who doesn't want a well-deserved nap after opening gifts? We'll be in and out before they know it." Molly furrowed her brow, still hesitant. "And what if something happens? If there's a real problem?" Bill leaned forward, his eyes glowing with anticipation. "Then we improvise. That's what we do, isn't it? Besides, this'll be a cake walk compared to some of the situations we've gotten into. Trust me, the presents will be the least of our worries by the end of this job."