Molly and Bill hunched over the blueprints, their heads nearly touching as they studied the layout of the children's party venue. The smell of stale coffee wafted through the air of the cramped coffee shop, mingling with the faint scent of yesterday's cigarettes. "Alright, here's how it'll go down," Molly said, her finger tracing the flow of foot traffic. "We come in through the kitchen door. Bill, you take care of the balloons while I work on the safe." Bill nodded, his eyes glinting beneath the brim of his baseball cap. "And what about the piñata?" "That's the tricky part," Molly admitted. "It's the key to everything. When they break it open, we move on the presents." Bill scratched his stubble, considering. "But what if they don't break it? What if the party's a dud?" Molly's lips curled into a sly smirk. "Are you kidding me? There's always crying at a kid's party. Someone'll break that piñata in a heartbeat." She tapped the area marked "prize table" on the blueprint. "We hit this first. The good stuff should be piled up here. Watches, toys, the works." Bill grinned, a flash of white in the dim light of the shop. "And Mommy's little confetti-colored secret stashes?" "Don't even," Molly warned, rolling her eyes. "You know the rules. No taking the pinata candy." Bill huffed in mock offense. "My word of honor, I'll do no such thing... again." "You'd better not," Molly said firmly. "Remember CCTV and chocolate dodgem cars?"