Molly adjusted the tiny ski goggles perched on her forehead as she pored over the blueprints of the party pad. Bill, lounging in the couch behind her, snorted. "You're really worried about the jelly-filled donuts, huh?" he said, waving a lazy hand at the coffee table where the plans lay. Molly's eyes flicked up, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths. "You know it's not just about the swag. It's about the psychological impact of stealing from a kid's birthday party in the presence of the birthday boy himself. We need to be prepared for anything." Bill snorted, kicking his feet up onto the Ottoman. "You're such a romantic, Molly. It's just a job." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Just a job? You're in this for the free frosting, Bill. I'm in it for the thrill. The excitement of pulling off an impossible heist, one that requires finesse and calculation. And besides, have you seen the size of the prizes some of these kids get?" Bill chuckled, a low rumble that shook his belly. "You're a real kid at heart, Molly." Molly ignored the jab, her focus on the plan at hand. "Okay, so we take the east wing during the Pinata Smashing Incident, create a diversion with the balloon twisting table, and then –" "Alright, alright," Bill said, holding up a hand. "I get it. Let's just get in, grab the loot, and get out before anyone notices we're there. Can we just cut to the 'How We Get Away to Spend Our Money Wisely' section?"