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Molly paced the warehouse floor, excitement in her eyes, as Bill sat polishing his tools. "We're hitting the children's party tomorrow, Bill. Steal all the presents. It's the score of a lifetime, wrapped in ribbons and bows," Molly declared. "A lifetime of what? Jail time? Those parties have cameras now, doorbell ones," Bill retorted. "We'll wear masks under our costumes. Superhero masks, fitting the theme. No one will know it's us," she countered. "Superheroes stealing? Irony. Anyway, how do we carry them all? There could be fifty presents," he asked. "We bring large sacks, like Santa, but it's not Christmas. Call it party favors in reverse," Molly said. "Santa in July? Suspicious. Better as the cleanup crew after the party, but that's too late, presents opened," Bill noted. "No, during. We volunteer to help set up, then help ourselves," she planned. "Volunteer? They'll have our names. Fake IDs needed," he pointed out. "Already got them. I'm Mary, you're Bob. Simple names," Molly replied. "Mary and Bob, the present snatchers. Catchy. Now, the break in part. Is it break in or walk in?" Bill questioned. "Walk in, invited by our fake connection. I know a guy who knows the mom," she explained. "A guy? Reliable? Last guy ratted us out," he reminded. "This one's solid. Anyway, once in, locate the present pile, usually in the living room. Guard it with our bodies, then when game time, move them to the kitchen, then out the back," Molly detailed. "Kitchen to back door. Is there a back door? Yes, from casing," Bill confirmed. "Yes. We did the recon last week. Fence is low, hop it with sacks," she said. "Sacks over fence, like burglars. Classic. But kids might see and think it's a game, follow us," he worried. "Then we say it's a treasure hunt, the presents are the treasure, but we keep them," Molly laughed. "Too risky. Better a smoke screen, but not real smoke, like a fog machine for the party that we 'fix' by making fog, hide in it," Bill suggested. "Fog machine? Do they have one? We bring it as extra entertainment. 'Surprise fog for the photos!' Then grab in the mist," she agreed. "Genius. Comedic fog heist. I like it. What if it sets off alarms or sprinklers?" he asked. "No, it's a house party, not that advanced. We'll be fine. Practice the fog tomorrow morning," Molly instructed. "And the presents, we unwrap later, see what's good. Hope for cash or gift cards too," Bill hoped. "Yes, mixed in. The invitation said no toys over 20 dollars, but parents always overspend," she noted. "Good. Split even, as always. This could fund our next vacation heist, like a cruise or something," he dreamed. "First this one. Focus. We go over the timeline: arrive 1:45, set up 2:00, fog at 2:30, grab 2:35, out by 2:40," Molly timed. "Tight schedule. What if the birthday kid is late?" Bill asked. "Improvise. We're professionals, comedic professionals," she said. "Alright, I'm in. Let's steal those presents and make a funny story out of it," Bill concluded with a smile. The thieves spent hours more discussing contingencies like rain or extra guests, their dialogue filled with puns and jokes about wrapping the crime up neatly.