The fluorescent lights of the diner's back booth cast an eerie glow on Molly's mischievous grin as she hunched over a crude map of the upscale suburban neighborhood. Bill sipped his coffee, his eyes fixed on the squiggles and symbols Molly had used to indicate the target. "Alright, so we're clear on the layout," Molly said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "The party's being held at the McMillan's estate. Big backyard, lots of trees to sneak in behind." "I see the piñata," Bill said, his voice low and dry. "What's the haul looking like?" "From what I gathered, this party's for a bunch of rich kids," Molly said. "The presents are going to be top-shelf stuff: the latest gadgets, designer clothes, possibly some trust funds tucked away in a few envelopes." Bill whistled. "Not bad for a bunch of sugar-high 5-year-olds. You sure we can get in without anyone noticing?" "Piece of cake," Molly said, waving her hand dismissively. "It's a kid's party, Bill. The adults will be too distracted by their own conversations about real estate and Botox to notice us sneaking around." "Unless one of the little rascals spots us," Bill said, his brow furrowed. "What's the plan for that?" Molly snorted. "We're going in dressed as party entertainers. You're going to be a clown, Bill." Bill's face went pale. "You can't be serious." Molly's grin grew wider. "Dead serious. We'll blend right in with the bouncy castle and face-painting. The kids will be too busy screaming at our antics to suspect a thing." Bill sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. But if I have to honk a horn and make balloon animals, I'm blaming you." Molly cackled. "Deal. Now let's go over the escape route. We'll need to move fast once we've got the loot." As they poured over the map, their voices dropped to a low hum, their excitement and banter morphing into a businesslike efficiency. The fluorescent lights above seemed to hum in approval, casting an air of illicit camaraderie over the diner booth. A waitress bustled by, refilling Bill's coffee cup without hesitation, oblivious to the nefarious plans unfolding beneath her nose. Molly's grin never wavered as she continued to outline their scheme, the promise of ill-gotten gains written all over her face like a kid on Christmas morning.