Molly stared at the screen, her trash can straining to contain her popcorn leftovers. The cursor blinked on her laptop screen, mocking her. Bill shuffled into the room, his shirt stained with the remnants of last night's takeout. "Alright, got the blueprint," he announced, ploping down beside her on the couch. She glanced over, her eyes widening as she saw the intricately detailed plan of the local children's museum. "Impressive. When did you learn how to do this?" "Best part? It's a knockoff of a video game map. Almost feels like the birthday party of my dreams." Bill snickered, offering her a battered pack of cigarettes. She declined with a wave of her hand. "You said those were gone. Plus, we need to focus. Break it down for me." "The main hall," he began, his finger tracing the path on the screen, "is where they'll store the main gifts. Gold bars, fancy toys, the works. Security's tight but it's mostly ceremonial, the real good stuff comes later." "Later meaning..." she prompted, her eyes narrowing. Bill's grin widened. "The piñata. Literally bursting with cash and goods. My contacts at the bank gave me the time it goes up. We get in just after 2, crack it open, and we're out before the kids even know what's up." A mischievous glint appeared in Molly's eyes. "And you don't think we'll, I don't know, traumatize the children?" "Oh, they'll be too busy enjoying their slices of cake to notice much. We're the sugar rush they never saw coming." "We'll need disguises," Molly mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "A couple of clown masks and we're in this sweet gig."