Molly expertly weaved the wire mesh into a seamless disguise for their ladder, while Bill rubbed the sweat from his temples, rechecking the intel for what felt like the hundredth time. "Alright, we've got the timeline, the layout, and the catering schedule." He winced, recalling the notorious children's party planner, Mrs. Kline, notorious for her zeal and propensity to micromanage. "We need to move in swiftly and minimize the risk of, you know, cute." Molly glanced up, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "You're thinking of the bounce castle." She nodded, though her gaze already danced with the prospect. "I've got a plan for that." A faint glint appeared in her eyes as she began to unravel a length of black twine. "I'll hack the sound system, create a diversion with a kid-friendly medley of 'Who Let the Dogs Out' and 'Hey Ya'." Bill's eyes widened as he imagined the chaos to ensue, and the soft spot in his heart that usually reserved itself for vulnerable kittens and orphan puppies momentarily gave way to admiration for his partner. "You know how to get me pumped up for a heist, Molly."