Molly tugged nervously on her black leather gloves. She glanced over at Bill, who was hunched over a large-scale blueprint of the children's party venue, dissecting every crevice and exit strategy. "You sure we're going to pull this off? Kid's birthday party, for God's sake." Bill smirked without looking up. "Hey, it's all about the skill, sweetheart. And we've got this down to a science." "Science? That's not even a word I wanted to hear tonight." "Relax, Molls. We'll be in and out before the piñata's even cracked open. Plus, it's an abundance of loot—plus onesies, toys, games, and candied apples. We've got our priorities straight, babe." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're not seriously excited about the candied apples, are you?" Bill chuckled. "Absolutely. I've been dreaming about those sugary, sticky depressives for weeks." The moon cast a silvery glow on the abandoned alley beside the event hall as Molly sighed and adjusted her backpack full of lock-picking tools and acrobatic gear. "Let's just hope this party's as naive as it seems." Bill grinned, his eyes dancing with mischief. "It's a kid's party, Molly. Naivety is their business model." His gaze scanned the map once more. "Alright, it's crunch time. Remember, I distract the clown while you take the loot. And once we're clear, we rendezvous at the rendezvous. With the gifts." Molly's lips twitched. "I'd almost forgotten that classic heist phrase: the rendezvous. You're such a romantic, Bill." He winked. "You know I am, babe. Now, let's make some goddamn magic."