Molly adjusted her fedora and checked the blueprints one last time, her eyes flicking over the layout of the party's hall. "Okay, so we hit during the pinata, right after the sugar-high haze sets in?" Bill nodded, his grease-stained apron fluttering behind him. "Molly, have you seen the kid's list of gifts? I swear, it's like he's got the entire toy catalog cataloged and prioritized." Molly snickered. "That's the magic of kids, Bill. They love nothing more than spoiling each other rotten." Bill snorted. "Magic? You call getting puking on the cat magic?" Molly grinned. "Hey, it's all part of the fun. Now, let's get down to business. We have a window of 20 minutes to grab as much as we can before the pizza arrives and the parents start to notice. I've got the earpiece set up to keep us informed on any additional presents." Bill pulled out a small bag and began stuffing handfuls of gold coins into it. "Next thing you know, we'll be running a bakery heist in the neighborhood." Molly chuckled. "Hey, we're not exactly operating outside the law, buddy. We just have very discerning tastes." Bill looked up, his eyes shining with mischief. "I'm starting to think I married the right person here, Molly. You're the only person I know who thinks bank robbery is just a pastry festival waiting to happen." Molly patted him on the back. "It's all about the thrill of the heist, sweetheart. And the loot, of course." Their eyes met, and for a moment, the only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioning and the distant wail of a child getting too close to the floor decorating table. Bill leaned in close. "I hope we get a doll. I've been eyeing that Spiderman action figure for myself." Molly rolled her eyes. "You and your childhood fantasies, Bill." They shared a laugh, then fell into a stunned silence, their focus snapping back to the task at hand. The blueprints lay spread out before them like a treasure map. "You know," Bill whispered, "I've been thinking. After we hit this heist, we should retire. Invest our loot, start a baking business." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You know I have a weakness for buttercream frosting?" Bill's face split into a wide grin. "Exactly! We could bemillionaires in the business world. The sweet-toothed thrill of it all." Their laughter was short-lived, cut short by the sound of the pinata bursting apart in the distance. Molly's eyes locked onto the sound, her expression hardening. "It's showtime, Bill. And if we don't get in and out before the screaming starts, it's back to the drawing board."