Molly pored over the blueprints of the community center, her brow furrowed in concentration. Bill lounged on the couch behind her, tossing a rubber chicken in the air and catching it with a grin. "Alright, I think I've got the layout down," Molly said, tapping a finger on the paper. "We've got two entrances, three exits, and approximately thirty-seven sugared-up kids to navigate around." Bill snorted, still juggling the chicken. "Piece of cake. We've taken down tighter security at the Guggenheim." "This isn't about security, Bill, it's about stealth. We need to blend in with the parents." "Oh, easy. I've been practicing my 'concerned adult' face." Bill demonstrated, scrunching up his features into a parody of worry. Molly rolled her eyes. "You look constipated, not concerned. Anyway, once we're in, we need to make a beeline for the present table. I've got the gift-unwrapping gadget all set to—" "Whoa, whoa, hold up. Gift-unwrapping gadget? You built a thing just for this job?" Molly nodded proudly. "Well, it's not just for this job. I've got a whole line of festive-themed heist tools in the works. 'Jingle Belle's Burglary Baubles' – has a nice ring, don't you think?" Bill face-palmed. "Focus, Molly. How many presents are we talking?" "According to the party invite, each kid is supposed to bring one gift. We're looking at around thirty presents, minimum. I'm guessing an average value of...oh, at least two hundred bucks per gift?" Bill whistled. "That's six grand, minimum. Not bad for a day's work." "Exactly! And with the gift-unwrapping gadget, we can be in and out in under ten minutes." "What's the gadget do, exactly?" Molly held up a small, sleek device. "This baby can unwrap, rewrap, and re-gift in under three seconds. We'll be like present-ninja-ing our way across that table." Bill chuckled. "You know, for a high-stakes thief, you're oddly enthusiastic about this." Molly shrugged. "Hey, someone's got to bring some joy to this line of work. Now, let's get down to business. Who's going to wear the 'I'm with Stupid' t-shirt to blend in with the dads?" Bill pointed at himself. "I'm happy to take one for the team. But if I get stuck in a conversation about the merits of Pokemon versus soccer, I'm blaming you." Molly grinned. "That's what earpieces are for, Bill. Now let's go crash a party!"