Molly sidled up to the coffee shop counter, her eyes scanning the chaotic scene before them. Bill, resplendent in a gaudy Batman onesie, tapped a fingernail against the Formica. "Alright, so we hit the Smith kid's birthday bash tonight. Two p.m. sharp. Little Jimmy gets a haul of goodies, and we get to ruin the party for about twenty five pint-sized hoodlums." Molly sipped her coffee, expression thoughtful. "I'm more concerned about the cops than the birthday kids. This is a high-crime zone for children's parties. I saw at least three security cameras during my recon." Bill snorted. "Cameras? Ha! Those things are just there to catch evidence of me robbing the keg at the next corporate shindig down the street." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're not exactly a light-fingered mastermind, Bill." Bill winked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Hey, I've got a plan for those cameras. We'll just –" "Get me out of here before you start explaining the intricacies of toddler-distracting protocol," Molly interrupted, grabbing her pocket square off the table. "I have a bag of tricks to go through, and I don't want any of your 'cleverness' ruining the heist." Bill chuckled, making his Batman emblem bounce. "Yeah, because nothing says 'stealthy' like a grown man in a kids' costume."