The fluorescent lights overhead cast an eerie glow on the diner's outdated decor as Molly and Bill sipped their coffee, huddled in the back booth. "You're crazy, Molly," Bill said, his brow furrowed in concern. "We're talking kids, balloons, and enough sugar to put us all on a crime-fighting high. This is a powder keg waiting to blow." Molly grinning, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "That's the beauty of it, Bill. We're not stealing cash or jewelry. We're stealing tiny, adorable toys that no one will miss. The parents will just write it off as 'lost' or 'stolen by a sugar-high toddler'." Bill shook his head, his voice barely above a whisper. "And what about the cake? We can't just walk in there with our faces painted and a slobby cake in tow. We'll be the attraction." Molly chuckled, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Leave that to me. I've got a plan to create a diversion with a rogue piñata. The kids will be so distracted, we'll be in and out before the birthday song is over." Bill mulled this over, considering the odds. "And the getaway car? We can't exactly pop the clutch in a minivan queue." Molly winked at him. "Leave that to me too, partner. We're going to make this the sneakiest heist of the year."