Molly leaned back against the graffitied alley wall, her eyes narrowed as she puffed on a cigarette. "Alright, Billy boy, let's go over the plan one more time." Bill rolled his eyes, his fingers drumming impatiently on the hilt of his trusty lock pick set. "For the hundredth time, Molls, I've got it memorized. We sneak into the Funtime Kidz Emporium during little Timmy's birthday bash, nab the loot from the present pile, and make a clean getaway before anyone's the wiser." "You make it sound so simple," Molly scoffed, flicking away her cigarette butt. "There's gotta be at least a gazillion kids at this shindig, not to mention their overbearing parents and that creepy mascot dude." Bill shrugged, his trademark cocky grin spreading across his face. "That's why we're the best in the biz, darlin'. A few screaming ankle-biters and their overprotective moms ain't gonna stop us from scoring the big prize." Molly couldn't help but chuckle at her partner's unwavering confidence. "Fair enough. But what about our exit strategy? You know those party places are like friggin' labyrinths, all twisty corridors and employees darting about like headless chickens." "Relax, I've got it all figured out," Bill assured her, producing a crumpled map from his back pocket. "See, there's a service entrance near the kitchen that leads right into this alleyway. We slip in, grab the goods, and slip out before anyone can say 'Happy Birthday.'" Molly eyed the map skeptically. "And how exactly do you plan on getting past the security cameras and those rent-a-cop bouncers they've got stationed everywhere?" Bill's grin widened as he patted the bulging duffel bag at his feet. "With a little help from our trusty friends, of course. Smoke bombs, flash grenades, and a few other surprises to keep 'em distracted while we make our move." Molly couldn't help but shake her head in amusement. Leave it to Bill to turn a simple snatch-and-grab into a full-blown heist worthy of a Hollywood blockbuster. "Alright, you crazy kid, let's do this thing. But if we end up having to outrun a horde of sugar-crazed munchkins, I'm leaving you behind." Bill clutched his chest in mock horror. "You wound me, Molls! Have I ever led you astray before?" "Do you really want me to answer that?" Molly quipped, already heading towards the neon-lit entrance of the Funtime Kidz Emporium. Bill hurried to catch up, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. "Just think of all the sweet loot we're about to score. Enough to keep us living in luxury for months, maybe even years!" Molly couldn't deny the allure of a big payday, but she had a feeling this particular job was going to be anything but a cakewalk. Still, with Bill by her side, she knew they could handle whatever chaos came their way. "Alright, let's go party-crash and make off with the goods. Just remember, if that freaky mascot comes anywhere near me, I'm taking him down."