Molly adjusted her cat burglar suit in the cramped alleyway, while Bill fiddled with the lock on their getaway van. A faded mural of a cartoon rabbit loomed above them, a reminder of the less-than-glamorous setting they were about to infiltrate. "Okay, so we've got the floor plan," Molly said, studying the layout of the party venue on her phone. "Ball pit, bouncy castle, and a room full of sugar-addled six-year-olds. We hit the present table during the cake-cutting ceremony." Bill snorted, his eyes squinting against the morning sun. "Because nothing says stealthy like sneaking past a bunch of shrieking kids with icing on their faces." Molly shot him a look. "Hey, it's a solid plan. And those presents are going to make our retirement fund shine like a piñata filled with gold coins." As they finalized their heist strategy, the distant sound of giggling and Katy Perry's "Firework" drifted into the alley, mingling with the scent of juice boxes and faint despair. The party was getting into full swing, and Molly's eyes sparkled with excitement – it was almost time to crash the birthday bash and make off with the loot.