Molly sipped her coffee as she pored over the layout of the children's party. The theme was "Princess Faireytale" and it sounded like the perfect opportunity for a score. She passed the blueprints to Bill, who let out a snort. "Kid's party, huh?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "You must really hate Christmas." "I hate birthday parties even more," Molly replied, not looking up from her notes. "Rich parents being obsequious to their little prince or princess, handing out candy and toys like they're going out of style... it makes me ill." Bill chuckled. "You're just trying to get to the good stuff – the loot, of course. Am I right?" Molly shot him a look. "You know I am. But we have to be careful. Little ears are everywhere and this many sugar-fueled brats can make for a disaster waiting to happen. We need to blend in and not draw attention to ourselves." Bill grunted, taking a swig of his own coffee. "Sounds like a plan, partner. Now, let's get our party hats on..."