The soft glow of a street lamp cast long shadows across Molly and Bill’s faces, each studying a blueprint of the Frosting Avenue mansion. Molly’s eyes gleamed with mischief, "This is the score of a lifetime, Bill. There’s a kid’s birthday party happening there this weekend, and we’re going to snatch all the presents." Bill chuckled, stroking his scruffy beard, "Sounds devious, Molly. But how do you plan on getting inside unnoticed?" A sly smirk crept over Molly’s lips as she pointed to a tiny window on the blueprint, "See this little vent? It’ll lead us straight into the ballroom, right where all the gifts will be." Bill raised an eyebrow skeptically, "You’re mad, Molly! There’s no way I can fit through that tiny thing!" Molly slapped Bill on the back, "Lucky for you, my friend, the vent is just big enough for your slender frame. Now let’s go practice fitting you into small spaces!" As the thieves walked off into the night, their laughter echoed through the alleyways, a clear indication that this heist would be like none other.