In the dim glow of the alleyway behind the community center, Molly twirled a crumpled napkin between her fingers, eyes fixed on the worn blueprint spread before her. Bill leaned against a trash can, a crooked grin plastered across his face. “So, Molly, you sure about this? Stealing from a bunch of six-year-olds? That’s low, even for us,” Bill chuckled, pushing his cap back on his head. Molly rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. They're just kids. And anyway, these presents are just sitting there, waiting to be rescued. Think of it as… community service for mischief." Bill crossed his arms, examining the plan. “Alright, but how do we get in without attracting the whole squad? That clown-faced security guy is gonna be all over the place.” Molly tapped her pen on the blueprint. "I’ve got it covered. We slip in through the kitchen window—it's unlocked. Easy access. Then we disable the security alarm. No sirens, no fuss." Bill squinted at the sketch. “Disabling alarms? Molly, I hope you’re planning to take that thing apart, not just cover it up with duct tape.” “Trust me,” Molly said with a smirk. “I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve.” Bill raised an eyebrow. “What tricks? You planning to talk the alarm into going to sleep?” “Oh, very funny,” Molly shot back. “No, I brought my tiny set of lockpicks. Once inside, I’ll disarm the system. Piece of cake.” Bill chuckled. “You sure you’re cut out for this high-stakes stuff? You’re more ‘paper cut’ than ‘heist master.’” Molly shot him a glare. “Hey, I’ve got plenty of experience—remember the Great Cookie Caper? That was genius.” Bill nodded slowly. “True, but that was just stealing cookies. Getting into a kids’ party? That’s next level. What if those kids have rabies?” Molly giggled. “They’re vaccinated. Besides, we’re sneaking in, not planning to stay long. Once I’ve grabbed the presents, we make a quick exit. No mess, no fuss.” Bill rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm. And after we get the loot?” Molly leaned in close, voice dropping to a whisper. “We meet back here, split everything equally, and disappear before anyone notices.” Bill looked skeptical. “What if the kids see us? Little munchkins are pretty loud. They might scream their heads off.” Molly grinned. “That’s why I’ve brought my secret weapon—this.” She pulled out a colorful whistle and blew into it sharply. Bill blinked. “What’s that for?” “Distracting the kids. When I give a quick blast, they’ll be busy chasing the noise. Plus, with the chaos, the security guard might not notice us slipping out.” Bill laughed. “A whistle? That’s your big plan?” Molly winked. “Hey, don’t underestimate the power of a loud noise. Now, here’s the plan: at 6:00 sharp, I’ll keep watch at the window. You, meanwhile, disable the alarm. Once it's silent, I’ll head in. Sound good?” Bill nodded slowly, admiration flickering in his eyes. “You know, Molly, maybe you’ve got a future in this after all.” Molly grinned victoriously. “Let’s just say I’ve got some talents. Now, grab your tools. We’re about to make history—kid-style.” They both shared a quick chuckle, an undercurrent of excitement buzzing between them. Molly grabbed a small satchel from her coat, filling it with her lockpicks and other gadgets, while Bill checked the contents of his backpack. As the streetlights flickered overhead, they prepared to put their whimsical yet daring plan into motion, unaware of the misadventures that awaited just behind that community center wall.