The dingy motel room flickered under the harsh fluorescent light, scattered with blueprints, surveillance photos, and half-eaten pizza. Molly leaned back in a squeaky chair, her combat boots propped on a rickety table covered in sticky notes. Bill hunched over a detailed floor plan of the suburban house, his glasses sliding down his nose. "So we're really doing this?" Bill muttered, tracing a finger along the kitchen layout. Molly snorted. "Kids' birthday party. Maximum chaos, minimum security. It's basically a professional gift grab." Bill adjusted his glasses. "The parents are hiring that clown - what's his name? Giggles McGee or something. That'll be our distraction." "Precisely," Molly said, popping her knuckles. "While everyone's watching Bozo do his stupid balloon animal routine, we slip in through the back utility room. I've got the electrical schematics right here." She slapped a detailed diagram onto the table. Bill raised an eyebrow. "You really mapped out the entire electrical system just to steal some birthday presents?" "Preparation is 90% of a successful heist," Molly declared. "These aren't just any presents. We're talking high-end electronics, limited edition collectibles. Some of these kids are getting gifts worth more than my last three jobs combined." Bill chuckled. "You do realize we're stealing from children, right?" "Rich children," Molly corrected. "Trust me, they won't even miss half this stuff. And their parents can afford replacements." He shook his head, tracing another route on the blueprint. "The cake table will be near the gift table. Maximum visibility means we'll need quick hands and even quicker exit strategies." Molly pulled out a small electronic device. "Jamming frequency for any home security systems. Their fancy smart home setup won't know what hit it." "What's our costume?" Bill asked, already knowing her meticulous planning would include perfect disguises. "Catering staff," she replied, tossing him a pressed white shirt and black pants. "I've got fake IDs, health department badges. We look like we're delivering extra party supplies." Bill held up the shirt, examining it critically. "You thought of everything." "Always do," Molly said with a confident smirk. "We go in at 2:47 PM - right when the clown starts his magic routine. Parents will be distracted, kids will be screaming, perfect moment of controlled chaos." She rolled up the blueprints, tucking them into a weathered messenger bag. "Any questions?" Bill shook his head. "Just one. Chocolate or vanilla cake?" Molly laughed. "Grab both. We might get hungry during the getaway." The room fell silent, their planning complete. Just another day in the life of two professional gift liberators, ready to turn a child's birthday celebration into their personal shopping spree.