Molly, a petite woman with a mischievous glint in her eyes, paced around the cluttered apartment, stepping over half-assembled gadgets and stacks of blueprints. She held a list, scanning it intently as she chewed her lip. "Alright, Bill, we've got a pinata, party hats, and a ridiculous amount of candy. Are we missing anything for our little... excursion?" Bill, a lanky man with a perpetual five o'clock shadow, looked up from his laptop. "Well, Mol, according to the RSVPs, there's gonna be thirty kids at this shindig. We need more room in the van. I'm thinking... helium tanks?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Balloons? Really? You want us to commit grand larceny with a van full of balloons?" Bill shrugged. "It's a good cover. Plus, if we get chased, we can release them for a quick getaway. It's like a smoke screen, but... festive." Molly laughed, shaking her head. "Okay, but only if we can fit them around the giant teddy bear. That thing's our golden goose." Bill nodded, turning back to his laptop. "Agreed. Now, let's talk logistics. I've hacked into the party planner's system. The games start at 1400 hours, followed by cake, then presents. We need to strike during the cake chaos." Molly grinned. "Perfect. Kids in sugar-induced frenzies, parents trying to maintain order... It'll be like taking candy from a baby. Literally." Bill chuckled. "Okay, so we're agreed. In and out during the cake madness. But, Mol, we need a distraction. Something big." Molly's eyes lit up. "I've got just the thing." She rummaged through a box in the corner and pulled out a small device. "Remember the bubble machine from the bank job?" Bill groaned. "Don't remind me. I was finding bubbles in my hair for weeks." Molly waved a hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, but it worked, didn't it? This is version 2.0. More bubbles, less mess." Bill sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. But if I end up smelling like a bubble bath again, you're driving the getaway van." Molly saluted him with a smirk. "Deal. Now, let's go steal some happiness." Bill closed his laptop, standing up. "You know, Mol, sometimes I wonder if we're the bad guys." Molly paused, then flashed him a grin. "Nah, Bill. We're just evening the odds. Think of all the kids who didn't get invited to this party. We're like... Robin Hood and his merry men." Bill laughed. "Except we're stealing from kids." Molly winked. "All in a day's work, Bill. All in a day's work."