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Molly spread the blueprints across the coffee shop table, her finger tracing the layout of the suburban house. "The birthday party starts at two o'clock, Bill. We have exactly forty-three minutes before the cake cutting." Bill adjusted his glasses and peered at the plans. "Forty-three minutes to steal every present in that house? Molly, that's ambitious even for us." "Come on, Bill. Think of the profit margin. These parents probably spent a fortune on designer kids' stuff." Molly's eyes gleamed with excitement. "I heard the birthday boy is getting a diamond-encrusted tablet." Bill scratched his stubble. "A diamond-encrusted tablet? For a six-year-old?" "Exactly! Parents these days," Molly said, shaking her head. "But here's the thing – we need inside help. I've been casing the babysitter." "The teenage babysitter?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "No, the grandmother. She's been baking cookies in the kitchen since noon. She's easily distracted by sweets." Bill pulled out a chair and sat down heavily. "Molly, I don't think—" "Think I'm crazy? No, I know what you're going to say. But imagine it, Bill. Mountains of unwrapped presents, gift cards, maybe even some cash in the cards." Molly was practically vibrating with enthusiasm. "We could fund our retirement!" "Our retirement?" Bill stared at her. "Molly, we're thirty-five." "Exactly! We need to start somewhere!" She jabbed her finger at the blueprint. "Now, the plan is simple. You create a distraction in the living room – maybe pretend to have a medical emergency or something dramatic." Bill paled. "A medical emergency?" "Just fall down some stairs dramatically. I'll handle the presents. I've already scoped out the gift-wrapping station." "The gift-wrapping station?" "Yes! That's where they keep the good stuff – scissors, tape, and most importantly, the presents before they're distributed." Molly smiled triumphantly. "I'll grab everything that looks valuable, and we'll meet back here in thirty minutes." Bill stood up slowly. "Molly, I've been robbing banks with you for eight years, but this... this is crossing a line." "What line? Stealing from children?" "No, Molly. The line is that this is insane." Bill grabbed his coat. "I'm calling the police." Molly's face fell. "Bill, wait! What about our partnership?" "Our partnership doesn't involve stealing birthday presents from kids!" "Fine," Molly said, deflating slightly. "But when I hit it big with my solo act, I'll send you a thank-you card."