In the dimly lit, smoky backroom of the Rusty Nail, Molly and Bill huddled over a worn-out street map. The only light came from a flickering neon sign outside, casting eerie shadows on their faces. "What is this place called again?" Molly asked, her eyes scanning the map. Bill squinted at the map and adjusted his glasses. "It's the Happy Birthday Party, held by that rich kid, little Timmy Johnson. His parents are out of town, and he's having a big bash for his eighth birthday." Molly rolled her eyes. "I can't believe we're breaking into a kid's party to steal presents." Bill leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "You know what they say, 'A present is a present, no matter who it's for.' Besides, the kid's old enough to know a good present when he sees one." Molly chuckled. "Well, I guess you've got a point there. Now, let's talk about how we're getting in. The Johnson residence has a state-of-the-art security system." Bill grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Leave that to me. I've got a plan. We'll need to get our hands on a few gadgets from the shop." Molly raised an eyebrow. "The shop again? You know Mr. Thompson won't just hand them over." Bill waved her off. "Don't worry, I've got a way to... convince him. Now, we'll need to time our entrance just right. We'll need to be in and out before the kid's parents get home." Molly nodded. "I'll scout the house and find the best entry point. You deal with the security and the... convincing." Bill grinned and snapped his fingers. "Perfect. We'll make a great team." Molly smirked. "Oh, we already are, aren't we?" As they stood up, Bill clapped Molly on the back. "Alright, let's get to work. We've got presents to steal." Molly laughed and shook her head. "Just remember, Bill, we're not doing this for the money. We're doing this for the thrill." Bill winked. "And the presents, of course." With that, they walked out of the Rusty Nail, leaving behind the laughter and the smoke, ready to embark on their next adventure.