Bill studied the blueprints of the Elite Event Space on 5th Avenue, his brow furrowed in intense concentration. "This is it then - our big chance," he muttered to Molly, his longtime partner-in-crime. "Grift & Grimble's annual birthday bash. Rumor has it the loot they're giving out as gifts this year is something else." Molly frowned as she traced a manicured nail along the sketch of the lavish venue. "I don't know, Bill. A children's party? It seems beneath us." "Ah but it's no ordinary shindig," Bill countered, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "These tykes are the progeny of billionaires, tech moguls, celebrity spawn. Each gift is a one-of-a-kind priceless artifact. We're talking limited edition Leibovitz prints, hand-tooled designer luggage, collector edition dolls, all that jazz. It'll be the haul of a lifetime!" Molly pursed her plump lips, then shrugged. "Alright, color me convinced. But we'll have to really put effort into our disguises this time if we're going to pull off a chocolate fountain heist." Bill started cracking his knuckles. "Leave that to me, darlin'. But first, let's scope their security. My guy on the inside says the rent-a-cops are bouncers. Steroids for days but a few vodka Red Bulls will mellow 'em out." "They won't realize their boxers were spiked till they wake up drooling pizza." "What's the plan, Stan?" Molly quipped. "Here's how we're gonna do it..."