Molly and Bill sat at a small café, sipping coffee and poring over the blueprints of the party venue. The sound of screaming children and the wail of a distant ice cream truck created a chaotic backdrop to their heist planning. Molly's eyes scanned the layout, her blonde hair falling in loose waves down her back. "I think we can sneak in through the back door, during the obligatory rendition of Pin the Tail on the Donkey." Bill grunted, his eyes fixed on the prize. "And then we just grab the gifts and make a run for it?" Molly nodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah, piece of cake. I mean, it's not like the parents are going to notice a couple of ' party volunteers' in ill-fitting matching t-shirts making off with the loot." Bill snorted, a wry grin spreading across his face. "I'm starting to think this is the easiest score we've ever set our sights on." Molly shot him a sidelong glance, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Don't get cocky, Bill. We still have to get out of there with a bunch of sugar-high kids, overcaffeinated parents, and the party clown, who I'm pretty sure is secretly a retired cop."