Bill hunched over the dense map of the party venue, his brow furrowed in concentration. Molly paced behind him, her thumbs hooked into the confines of her bow tie. "Alright, we’re getting in through the AV closet," Bill said, tracing a finger along a winding route." Then, we slip into the main hall during the piñata smash, when everyone's distracted." "Just like in the movies," Molly said, a smirk playing on her lips. Bill glanced up, a twinkle in his eye. "You've seen too many heist films, Molly." "No way, I'm just being realistic," she countered, adjusting the shoulder holster holding her famously unruly afro puffs in place. These were serious times, after all. Their target: a children's birthday party. The purloined presents would make for the perfect haul –$$$$toys, games, snacks – and a week's worth of laughter material in stolen expressions. The gold-laden piñatas were the real prize. And with soda money on their minds, they prepared to storm the event. During the piñata showdown, they slipped into the hall. A cacophony of laughter and shouts erupted as they weaved through the tables, their focus on the bounty ahead. The clock towered above them, its digital face counting down the remaining minutes until chaos ceased. "In and out, no more than ten minutes," Bill whispered as they approached the first golden piñata. Molly's eyes gleamed. "Time for this bandit to get her loot."