Molly adjusted her trench coat, pulling down her hood. "Alright, Bill. We've got the blueprints, the timing's perfect, and we've even managed to charm the poor parents into leaving us alone for an hour. What's the plan?" Bill grinned, pulling out a small, silver lighter. "We'll stick to the shadows, just like you taught me. Easy in, easy out. I'll have the lockpicks ready, and you'll handle the presents." Molly nodded, her eyes scanning the dark party room. "Got it. But remember, no one touches the cake. We'll need that for our getaway." Bill chuckled, striking a match. "Of course, boss. We won't ruin our reputation as the 'Cake-Crime' crew." Molly smirked, watching the match dance in the dim light. "That's the spirit. Now, let's clean house."