Molly rummaged through the dusty dossier spread across the crummy diner table, her eyes scanning the layout of the latest mark. "Alright, so we're looking at 'Benny's Bash' – some kid's fifth birthday party extravaganza. Four hundred screaming kids, two dozen balloons, and enough sugar to put them all into a coma. Our window of opportunity is during the two-minute pinata-smashing segment, when everyone's distracted by the mess of confetti and broken glass." Bill scratched the graying stubble on his chin, his expression skeptical. "You think we can pull it off in two minutes? That's not enough time to grab all the presents." Molly pushed her unruly curls out of her eyes, a mischievous glint in her own. "That's the beauty of it, Bill. We're not just after any old present – we're after the pièce de résistance: Benny's solid gold toy box. Worth a small fortune, I heard. And let's be real, who's going to miss a few extra Goldfish crackers and a bunch of plastic wands?" Bill snorted. "You're not exactly lulling me into a false sense of security with your ridiculous optimism, Molly." Molly snorted, her smile never wavering. "Hey, someone's got to keep our spirits high while we're facing down a room full of sugar-high five-year-olds. Now, the toy box is supposed to be hidden behind a velvet-draped table in the corner. We'll create a diversion near the cake stand, draw in the security –" "And then?" Molly's grin grew wider. "And then you, Mr. Bill, become the world's most skilled pinata enthusiast. You've got some...moxie, if I recall correctly. I'll create a mini-riot near the photo booth while you make your move on the toy box." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You mean...I'm the human pinata?" Molly gave a cheerful nod. "Hey, it's not like anyone's going to be paying attention to the adults during this free-for-all. Just flail around like a lunatic, and you'll be golden. We'll meet back outside, and I'll take the wheel while you 'rearrange' the getaway car's exhaust system." A skeptical frown creased Bill's face. "And that, in your infinite wisdom, is how we'll successfully break into a birthday party without getting caught by the Secret Service. Or, you know, just getting caught by some kids with a vendetta against us?" Molly winked at him, completely unfazed. "Hey, don't jinx it, Bill. We've got this down to a science. Science...and also just making sh*t up as we go along."