In the dimly lit corner of a seedy bar, Molly and Bill sat nursing their drinks. The jukebox played a lively tune, but the duo was oblivious to the noise, their eyes fixed on the map spread out between them. "Alright, Bill," Molly said, pointing at the map, "The party's here. It's a big one, lots of kids and presents. We're gonna need a distraction." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You've got a plan for that, I hope?" Molly smirked. "Always. First, we need to get inside. I'll disguise as a party supply delivery girl. The kids'll love me." Bill chuckled. "And what about me?" Molly grinned. "You'll be the ice cream man. Kids love ice cream, right?" Bill rolled his eyes. "Right. And how do you suggest I get past the parents?" Molly shrugged. "Easy. I'll distract them with my charms, and you can slip in with the ice cream." Bill nodded, "And once we're inside?" Molly's grin widened. "We steal the presents, leave a few to keep them happy, and make our getaway." Bill looked at her, "You're crazy, you know that?" Molly laughed. "Crazy or brilliant? Either way, it's gonna work. We've got this." Bill sighed, "Fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Molly chuckled, "Deal. But you know what? We won't get caught. Not this time." Bill raised his glass. "To the heist of the century." Molly clinked glasses with him. "To the heist of the century." As the jukebox played on, the two thieves finalized their plan, their eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and mischief. The scene was set for a night of laughter, chaos, and stolen presents.