Molly and Bill huddled over a messy map of the party venue, a gazebo in a local park. The smell of freshly cut grass wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of deceit. "Alright, we're in through the west entrance, near the ball pit," Molly said, tracing the route with a stubby pencil. "We've got to move fast, before the piñata explodes." Bill snorted. "Why's it gotta be a piñata? Can't they just have a boring old cake like everyone else?" Molly shot him a withering glance. "You're not getting paid to criticize the party planning, Bill. Just focus on the presents." "Presents, right. So, what's the signal?" Bill asked, eyes darting back to the map. "When the kid in the Spider-Man suit starts doing the chicken dance, that's our cue. We slip in, grab the loot, and slip out." "Mmm...loot," Bill murmured, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "I've got my eye on a shiny new Lego set." "And I'll be after that obscenely large stuffed unicorn," Molly added, her voice dripping with avarice.