Molly pored over the schematics of the birthday party venue, a sugar-fueled playground filled with ball pits and bouncy castles. Bill lounged on the couch behind her, tossing aCheez-It into the air and catching it with a flourish. "What's the plan, Molls?" he asked, his eyes never leaving the ceiling. "We go in during the piñata-breaking ceremony," Molly said, her finger tracing the security camera layout. "Chaos, screaming children, parents distracted by the prospect of free candy – it's the perfect diversion." Bill nodded, crunching into another Cheez-It. "And what's the haul looking like?" Molly's eyes sparkled. "Presents galore. The guest list is a Who's Who of overindulged six-year-olds. We're talking Lego sets, American Girl dolls, the works." Bill whistled. "We'll be swimming in wrapping paper and ribbon." Molly grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. "And I've got a few tricks up my sleeve to get us out of there unnoticed. By the time they realize what's gone down, we'll be sipping margaritas on a beach somewhere, surrounded by our new loot." Bill snorted. "You always were a sucker for a good getaway plan."