As they cruised down the street in their getaway van, a bright pink ice cream truck chugging along beside them, Molly turned to Bill with a mischievous grin. "Alright, genius, what's the plan for tonight's heist?" Bill adjusted his leather gloves, a far-off look in his eye. "Well, we need to get past the babysitter, avoid the balloons, and of course, grab all the presents." Molly snorted. "Easy peasy. I've been casing the joint for weeks. The main entrance is a revolving door, perfect for a quick escape. And those balloons? Just an added distraction. I'll make sure to trip over them and create a diversion while you're snatching the loot." Bill's eyes lit up. "You're a regular falcon, Molly. Snatching the goodies from under the noses of countless sugar-high toddlers. It's a noble pursuit, really." Molly chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Yeah, well, someone's got to do it. And I hear the cupcakes are going to be some sort of edible masterpiece. I hear they're like little rainbow-colored gateaux." Bill's grin widened. "I'll make sure to snag a few of those for old times' sake. And maybe a few bucks for the barista at the local coffee shop. She's been eyeing me all wrong ever since the great pastry heist of '07." Their banter trailed off as they approached the party location, the chatter of excited children and the thumping of electronic dance music growing louder with each passing second. Time to put their cunning plan into action.