Molly sifted through the surveillance footage, her eyes glued to the screen as if she could will the security patterns to break themselves. Bill, with his head tilted back, slurped the last of his noodles, unaware of Molly's concentrated glare. The slurping stopped, followed by a satisfied belch. Molly's gaze shifted, lasers now aimed at Bill. "You do this on purpose, don't you?" she said, twirling a lock of red hair around her finger. Bill wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a cheesy grin on his face. "Do what?" he asked, as innocent as a baby seal planning an ice cap heist. "Frustrate me," Molly grumbled, her eyes dropping back to the footage. "You know it's impossible to think with all that noise." "It's pure genius," Bill declared, leaning forward with a conspiratorial whisper. "If we can't think straight, then neither can the security." Molly raised a skeptical eyebrow. "You think the whole plan hinges on our ability to confuse an alarm system with our own confusion?" "Exactly," Bill said with a nod, "it's what they least expect." She stared at him for a long moment, then burst out laughing. "Alright, but we're sticking to the original plan. Operation: Pinata Plunder." "Pinata Plunder, P," Bill repeated, giving a salute. "Operation Pinata Plunder, P, to be precise," Molly corrected, holding her own makeshift salute. "We're aiming for precision, remember?" Bill rolled his eyes but kept his promise. "Got it. So, let me get this straight – we're hitting a kids' party?" Molly nodded, her eyes back on the screen, scanning each frame for an overlooked detail. "Yes, but not just any party. It's the biggest shindig of the season, and it's crawling with presents. The whole town's who's who will be there, and their spoiled brats will have the best loot." Bill adjusted his seat, leaning in with renewed interest. "And we're doing this... why, exactly?" Molly paused the video, squinting at the screen. "Charity work," she said, straight-faced. Bill snorted, his gaze traveling from the computer to Molly's face. "You've got to be kidding." "Well, sort of," she admitted, turning to face him. "We're planning to sell the goods to a collector. He's got a thing for collectible action figures, and I hear there's going to be a ton of them at this party." Bill rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "But what about the kids? Don't they get all sad and stuff when their presents get stolen?" Molly shrugged, dismissing his concern with a wave of her hand. "Pfft, not really. Half of them don't even know what they asked for. And if they do, they get over it when they see the commotion. Kids love drama." Bill frowned, clearly uncertain about the morality of the whole enterprise. "And what if they don't? What if we make little Timmy cry?" Molly rolled her eyes. "We won't make little Timmy cry. We'll just make sure he gets an extra piece of cake later. Besides, we're not monsters. We'll leave him a lollipop or something." Bill sighed, resigned to the odd logic of his partner. "Okay, but I still think it's a bit... I don't know... heartless." Molly grinned, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Oh come on, Bill. It's just a heist. We're not saving the world, we're stealing presents from a children's party. It's not like we're robbing the orphanage's piggy bank." Bill grumbled, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward. "Alright, Miss Morals, let's just stick to the plan, shall we? Operation Pinata Plunder, P." Molly nodded, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Precisely. Now, let's go through the details one more time. We don't want any surprises when we get there." Bill groaned but nodded in agreement, ready to plunge back into the world of children's parties and the art of gift theft. And so, they planned, their laughter ringing through the room, silly and free. After all, it was only a heist.