Molly adjusted her cat burglar outfit, smoothing out any wrinkles on the sleek black jumpsuit. Bill, on the other hand, was sporting a faded "I'm with Stupid" t-shirt and ripped jeans. "Really, Bill? That's your big heist outfit?" Molly asked, raising an eyebrow. "Hey, I'm blending in with the party crowd. You're the one who looks like you just escaped from a bad 80s music video," Bill shot back. "Hey, this outfit has gotten me in and out of some of the toughest museums in the city," Molly said, puffing out her chest. "Yeah, and I've gotten us out of some of the toughest taco Tuesday bars in the city. We make a good team, Molly," Bill said, grinning. Molly rolled her eyes. "Anyway, let's focus on the plan. We get in, grab the presents, and get out. Easy peasy, right?" Bill nodded, though his eyes had already glazed over. "Presents, yeah, got it. But what kind of presents are we talking about here? I mean, are we talking Pokémon cards and Nerf guns? Or are we talking, like, iPads and bikes?" Molly pulled out a blueprint of the party venue. "According to the invites, there's going to be a whole table dedicated to ' Hot New Toys' – whatever that means." Bill's eyes lit up. "Ooh, I hope it means a lot of Lego sets. I've got a killer Lego fence on standby." "You know, for a thief, you're really not that good at making a profit," Molly said dryly. "Hey, someone's got to keep things interesting around here," Bill said, shrugging. Molly sighed. "Just remember, we're there for the presents, not to relive your childhood fantasies." "Got it, got it," Bill said, holding up his hands in mock defense. "So, what's the layout of the party? Are we dealing with ball pits, bounce houses, or –" "Actually, according to the website, there's a massive piñata filled with candy. We should try to avoid that area," Molly said, scanning the blueprint. Bill groaned. "Aww, come on Molly, you're killing me. I love piñatas! Can't we just, like, swing by and grab a few handfuls of candy on our way out?" Molly shot him a stern look. "We are professionals, Bill. We don't get distracted by sugar-coated snacks." Bill looked crestfallen, but eventually perked up. "You know what, Molly? You're right. I am a professional. That's why I brought my A-game to this heist." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What's your A-game?" Bill proudly held up a whoopee cushion from his back pocket. "Ta-da!" Molly facepalmed. "This is going to be a long heist."