Molly and Bill sat hunched over a small table in the dimly lit corner of a coffee shop, plotting their latest heist. A map of the children’s party venue was spread out between them, dotted with coffee stains and adorned with a few stray crayon marks from the café’s previous patrons. Molly leaned in, her eyes gleaming. “Alright, Bill. The target is Little Timmy’s birthday party this Saturday. Got it?” Bill nodded, adjusting his hat. “Yeah, got it. So what’s the plan, Molly?” “First, we’ll blend in with the party crowd. I’ve got these,” Molly said, pulling out two ridiculously oversized bowties from her bag. “We’ll look like part of the entertainment.” Bill chuckled, “Perfect. Nothing screams ‘I’m here for business’ like a giant bowtie. What next?” “Simple,” Molly smirked. “We schmooze, we charm, and we keep our eyes on the presents table. Most of the adults will be distracted by the hired clown, and the kids will be in a sugar-induced frenzy.” Bill leaned closer. “But what if the clown is actually funny? We might have a crowd problem.” Molly waved her hand dismissively. “Come on, Bill. When has a clown ever been genuinely funny? Stick to the plan. Once the parents are distracted, we start gathering the loot.” Bill raised an eyebrow. “Just like that? What if some bratty kid tries to grab a gift while we’re at it?” Molly grinned. “We’ll have backup loot ready. Cheap toys and candy to toss their way. Kids are easy to distract.” Bill laughed. “Right, and we can make our escape while they’re busy with the shiny new trinkets.” “Exactly,” Molly confirmed, tapping the map. “We’ll stash the real goods in the bushes here, then make our way out through the garden gate. Simple and clean.” Bill frowned. “And what about the cake? Can we at least snag a piece on our way out?” “If it’s good, sure,” Molly rolled her eyes. “But focus, Bill. We can’t let our guard down.” “Fine, fine,” Bill sighed. “What’s our backup plan if things go south?” Molly paused, considering. “Alright, Plan B. If things get hairy, we pretend to be long-lost relatives or really enthusiastic party crashers. We out-weird them.” Bill chuckled. “I can do weird. I’ve been training for this my whole life.” Molly smirked. “I’m sure you have. Now, remember, the key is timing. We need to be in and out before anyone gets suspicious.” Bill tapped his chin thoughtfully. “What about the presents themselves? We need to make sure they’re worth it.” Molly nodded. “I did some recon. Timmy’s got some influential relatives, and those presents are going to be primo. Trust me.” Bill grinned. “Alright, I’m in. But who’s driving the getaway car?” Molly raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were, Bill. What happened to your driver’s license?” Bill looked sheepish. “I might’ve misplaced it... again.” Molly sighed. “Fine, I’ll drive. But you owe me, Bill. And no more misplacing licenses, got it?” Bill saluted mockingly. “Aye-aye, Captain Molly. Anything else?” Molly glanced at her watch. “That’s it for now. We’ll meet here again tomorrow for final details. And remember, blend in, charm them, and most importantly, don’t get caught.” Bill grinned. “Got it. This is gonna be one for the books, Molly.” Molly smirked, folding up the map. “Let’s make sure it’s a bestseller, Bill.”