"Alright, Molly, we've got the blueprints of the party venue," Bill said, unfolding a large sheet of paper on the kitchen table. "It's a kiddie wonderland, complete with ball pits, bounce houses, and an ice cream sundae bar." Molly's eyes widened as she surveyed the layout. "I love children's parties. So many naive little minds to exploit. What's the plan?" "We're going in through the vent shaft above the photo booth. I've already scoped it out, it's a tight squeeze, but we can make it." "A tight squeeze? You mean you'll have to go in sideways with your legs sticking out like a flamingo?" Bill shot her a look. "Hey, I resent that. I'm a master of contortion. I can squeeze into a breadbox if I need to." Molly chuckled. "I'm sure the breadbox community is terrified of you. So, what's the target?" "The presents, of course. We'll grab as many as we can and make a quick exit. I've got a buyer lined up for the Nerf blasters and LEGO sets." Molly's eyes sparkled. "And what about the cake? We can't forget the cake." Bill's face turned serious. "Sorry, Molly. We can't risk getting caught with a face full of frosting. This is a professional operation, not a birthday party." Molly pouted. "Spoilsport. Fine, but I'm at least taking a snickerdoodle cookie. Those are the best party favors." Bill sighed. "You're a one-woman cookie heist, aren't you?" Molly grinned. "Hey, someone's got to keep the cookie economy afloat." As they pored over the blueprints, Bill pointed out the various obstacles they would face. "Okay, we've got the entertainer, Mr. Gigglepants, who's sure to be a wild card. And then there's the party mom, who's rumored to have a Ph.D. in helicopter parenting." Molly snorted. "A Ph.D. in smothering? That's a new one. I'll take care of her. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve." "What kind of tricks?" Molly winked. "Let's just say I've got a few years of experience playing the 'concerned' aunt. I can distract her with a fake conversation about the importance of gluten-free cupcakes." Bill chuckled. "You're a genius, Molly. I'm starting to think we're going to get away with this." Molly smiled sweetly. "We will. And with enough loot to throw our own party. A party with no annoying kids, no loud music, and definitely no Mr. Gigglepants." Bill shuddered. "You're a cruel, cruel woman, Molly. I love it." As they finished up their planning, Molly leaned back in her chair and said, "You know, this is going to be the best heist of our careers. We're going to be the Bonnie and Clyde of children's parties." Bill raised an eyebrow. "As long as we don't get caught and forced to watch an endless loop of Frozen, I'm all in."