Molly twisted her dark, wild hair around her finger, inspecting the floor plan of the fancy mansion. "So, Bill, we infiltrate as catering staff, yeah? All those servers milling around should help us blend in." She bit her lip and glanced around the dingy basement they called their workshop. Bill, a scruffy yet capable man, smirked. "To a point, but we'll need to knock out the adults. Any ideas on that front?" He fidgeted with the handle of his imitation silverware. Molly's eyes widened. "Plunge those forks into lemon slices, laced with something that'll knock out an elephant." Bill snickered. "Brilliant. Once we've taken care of the crowd, I'll distract the kids. With any luck, they'll be too interested in their games to notice." She shrugged. "Meanwhile, I'll... well... rustle up the hard cargo. Also, don't fuck this up. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a waste of potential loot." Bill licked his lips, already salivating at the thought. "Believe me, I know. That sweet, shiny tech the kids love these days could make us a ton. Now, let's sort out how to get out once we're loaded." Molly clicked her tongue. "We've got the underground tunnel system going. Just remember to have a booth or two draped as an escape route. Topped with glitter or balloon animals, if you're feeling fancy." He nodded, grinning. "Sounds like a fair amount of fun. Even better than the average heist." She smirked at him, picking up a stolen vendor's costume. "No kidding, Bill. All the fun without the snobby rich people. And bonus, no alarm systems to hack or guards to freeze-dry." Bill put on a fake moustache and chuckled. "Right, then. A children's party, Molly. It's criminal how much we're gonna enjoy this." Molly grabbed her rucksack and smiled wickedly. "Well, Bill, let's think of it as spreading joy. By re-distributing it to those less fortunate than those entitled little brats."