Molly spread the blueprints across the dining table, tapping a finger on the diagram of 'Freckles and Fun', the children's party venue. "Alright, Bill, it's got to be a quick in-and-out job. I'm thinking we create a diversion near the bouncy castle to draw staff away from the present table." Bill, leaning against the kitchen counter, rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm...but what if those pesky kids on the bouncy castle hear us?" "Beats me," Molly shrugged. "Let's say...I'll create a commotion at the photo booth while you make your move on the presents. A strategically timed pie-in-the-face ought to do the trick." Bill grinned, "Always count on your theatrics, Molly. But how do we get in?" Molly shot him a look. "Please, don't insult my skills. I've already forged our tickets. You'll be 'Barney the Clown' and I'll be 'Miss Sparkles'. The stuffy parents will eat it up." "Barney the Clown? Really?" Bill groaned. "Could I at least have something a little more...tough sounding?" "Face it, honey," Molly smirked, "We're thieves, not action heroes. We're stealing from a kids' party." Bill sighed, "Yeah, yeah. I just wish we were pulling off something with real swag—like a bank heist or something." "Well," Molly stretched, "Baby steps, Bill. Baby steps. Who knows? Maybe next time. But for now, I've got one question for you." "What's that?" Molly's grin widened mischievously. "You ready to be a bad influence on a roomful of sugar-high kids while I make off with all their goodies?" Bill chuckled. "Oh, I was born ready."