Molly adjusted her wire-framed glasses, squinting at the blueprints spread across the kitchen table. "So, the plan is still the same, right?" Bill, his greasy hair slicked back, nodded. "Yep. We'll slip in through the crawlspace, grab the presents, and high-tail it outta there. No one will catch us." Molly raised an eyebrow. "And what do you think the children's party host will do when she opens her eyes and sees her presents gone?" Bill chuckled, "She'll call the police, of course. But we're pros, Molly. We'll be long gone by the time they arrive." Molly smirked. "I suppose you're right. But what if the party's not what we expect? What if there's a security system, or a guard?" Bill shrugged. "Then we'll deal with it. We've faced worse." Molly sighed, "Alright. But if things go south, it's your fault. I'm not doing any jail time for your stupidity." Bill leaned back in his chair, grinning. "Deal. And hey, just think about the presents. Sacks and sacks of presents. We'll be rolling in cash." Molly laughed. "I hope you know what you're doing, Bill. I don't want to end up in a child's toy factory for the rest of my life." Bill stood, stretching. "Trust me, Molly. Tonight's going to be great." Molly nodded, gathering her tools. "Alright. Let's get this show on the road." Bill opened the back door, stepping out into the chilly night. "Remember, Molly, we're not just stealing presents. We're taking back what's rightfully ours." Molly followed him, closing the door behind her. "Right, Bill. We're not just thieves. We're Robin Hoods." Bill looked at her, a grin spreading across his face. "Well said, Molly. Well said."