Molly flipped through the file. "Kids' birthday party, huh? Fancy fundraiser for the animal shelter." Bill smirked. "More like a goldmine of unwrapped presents. They were practically begging us." "They’re gonna have clowns, face-painting, the whole shebang," Molly said, eyes gleaming. "Best cover ever." "I can do the clown gig," Bill said, wiggling his eyebrows. "Double as the magicians' assistant, easy." "Just don’t pull a rabbit out of your hat," Molly laughed. "Wonder if they’ll have a piñata?" "Me first!" Bill exclaimed, eyes wide. Molly held up a finger. "We stick to the plan, Bill. No distractions." "Just saying, a chocolate fountain would be a nice bonus," Bill muttered. "Focus! We need intel on security, exits, all that jazz," Molly said, pointing at the blueprints. Bill nodded eagerly, scanning the layout. "Looks clear, but there’s gotta be a catch. Cameras? Guards?" "I'll take care of any tech, you handle the blokes," Molly winked. "We waltz in, grab the loot, and waltz out. Smooth as butter." "Party crashers extraordinaire," Bill chuckled. "This’ll be a story for the ages."