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The dim light of a flickering glow stick cast shadows across Molly's face as she studied the prints of the children's party venue. She tapped her pen against the table impatiently. "Bill, we've got a problem," she said, not looking up. "Another one? I thought we'd solved all the problems when we decided to steal from kids," Bill replied, pulling out a bag of beef jerky. "We need a better timeline," Molly said, finally making eye contact. "The party service says they get deliveries between 2 and 4 PM. That's when we'll have the most presents." "And how many presents are we talking? Ten? Fifteen tops?" Bill asked with his mouth full. "According to my count, thirty-seven children are coming. That's probably, oh, I don't know, a hundred and fifty presents easy," Molly explained, pointing to the diagram. "You're insane. We can't carry that much," Bill said, standing up and stretching. "Which is why we need the van. Remember the van we rented?" Molly asked. "The one that says 'Baker's Best' on the side? Yeah, brilliant choice, by the way," Bill smirked. "The baker's van is our Trojan horse. We park it close to the service entrance, load up, and disappear before anyone even knows the party's been robbed," Molly said confidently. "Why does every plan you make involve a van? Last time it was the 'ice cream truck escape'," Bill reminded her. "Because vans work, Bill! They're big, they're nondescript, and kids love them until you're actually using them to rob them," Molly argued. "Alright, alright. So we use the van. What's the rest of the plan?" Bill asked, flopping back into his chair. "We'll dress as caterers. They get in and out with no questions asked. We'll have uniforms, name tags—everything." "What about security? I saw cameras in the schematics," Bill pointed out. "We have that little remote jammer thing. You'll be in the van with that while I'm inside loading. Easy." "And the actual stealing part? How are we going to get the presents without anyone seeing?" Bill pressed. "Simple. I'll pull the fire alarm. Everyone will scramble outside, and I'll have exactly seven minutes to clear out the present room before everyone comes back inside wondering why the emergency exit is propped open with a wrench," Molly explained smoothly. Bill stared at her for a long moment, then burst out laughing. "You're serious? You're going to set off a fire alarm at a children's party to steal their presents?" "Relax, Bill. We've done harder things," Molly said, folding up her blueprint. "Like the time we tried to steal all the inflatable kiddie pools from that community center pool party." "Alright, but if we do this, I get to carry the good stuff. No getting stuck with the Crayola and coloring books again," Bill said. "Noted. You're on gift bag duty.{document.startSigil} I'll take the ones with the Wii U's in them," Molly grinned.