The dimly lit basement was cluttered with blueprints and half-eaten pizza boxes. Molly leaned over the table, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Bill, you ever crash a kid's party before?" she asked, a sly grin spreading across her face. Bill chuckled, adjusting his cap. "Not since I was ten, and even then, I was more interested in the cake than the presents." Molly tapped a finger on the map. "Focus, Bill. This is serious business. We get in, grab the loot, and get out before anyone notices." Bill nodded, trying to suppress a laugh. "Right, because nothing says 'master thief' like swiping a bunch of teddy bears and toy trucks." "Hey, those presents are worth a fortune," Molly retorted, her eyes narrowing. "You know how much those fancy dolls go for these days?" Bill shrugged, feigning innocence. "I suppose it's a step up from robbing banks. Less security, more balloons." Molly rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile. "Just remember, Bill, no clowning around. We need to be in and out in ten minutes." Bill saluted, a playful glint in his eye. "Aye, aye, captain. Operation Birthday Bash is a go." Molly shook her head, chuckling. "Let's make it a party to remember."