"So, what's the plan for this one, Molly?" Bill asked, adjusting his ski mask. "It's a kid's birthday party, Bill. How hard could it be?" Molly scoffed. "We stroll in, blend with the crowd, and when the rugrats are distracted by cake and games, we make our move." "Blend in?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "With a bunch of six-year-olds?" "Hey, I can be adorable when I want to," Molly retorted. "Just follow my lead, and we'll be out of there with enough loot to retire to a private island." Bill sighed. "If you say so. But if anyone asks, I'm the grumpy uncle who hates kids." "Deal. Now, let's go crash this party!" Molly rubbed her hands together mischievously. As they approached the venue, the sounds of laughter and party music filled the air. Bill couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt, but Molly's excitement was contagious. "This is going to be a piece of cake," she whispered, giving him a wink. "Literally."