Molly, her eyes scanning the party, adjusted her beret. "Bill, you've got the big one, right?" She nodded towards a tall, willowy woman in a bright blue dress. Bill, his lips curved into a smirk, nodded. "Of course. She's the one who hides the presents. I'll charm her until she's nursing a headache." Molly chuckled, "And then you'll charm the presents away from her." Bill shrugged. "It's not like it'll be the first time she's seen me in a suit." Molly rolled her eyes. "No, no, Bill. You're not wearing a suit. You're wearing a tuxedoedo." Bill grinned. "Tuxedoedo? I like that. It's got a ring to it." Molly sighed. "We need to stick to the plan. No distractions, no tuxedoedos." Bill nodded, his eyes serious. "I know, Molly. I know. So, what's the next step?" Molly leaned in closer, her voice low. "We wait for the 'open presents' signal. Then, we move." Bill nodded, looking around the room. "And what's the signal?" Molly smirked. "The mom's not going to be able to do a head count without a 'Who's Who' and a 'What's What'. We just need to make sure we're there to 'Who's Who' and 'What's What' in the meantime." Bill laughed. "You're a genius, Molly." Molly shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. "It's not rocket science, Bill. Just a bit of timing and a whole lot of charm." Bill looked back at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're saying I'm the charm?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "No, Bill. I'm saying you're the tuxedoedo." Bill laughed, shaking his head. "You're too much, Molly. But I like it. Let's do this." Molly nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's do this." As they settled into their spots, Molly whispered, "Don't forget, Bill. We're not here to steal presents. We're here to steal... the presents." Bill laughed, a low, rumbling sound. "I won't forget, Molly. I won't forget."