Molly poured herself a whiskey, neat, and slid onto the couch beside Bill, who was tapping away at his laptop. The living room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. "You're telling me this party is going to be like the ultimate heist?" Molly raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Think about it," Bill replied, his eyes fixed on the screen. "Free food, free drinks, a piñata filled with cash – I mean, actual cash – waiting to be busted open. And the real cherry on top: a room full of oblivious parents too distracted by the sugar highs of their tiny dictators to even notice we're there." Molly snorted. "You're really getting into the whole 'Robin Hood' vibe, huh? Stealing from the rich and giving back to the, well, slightly less rich." Bill chuckled. "Hey, it's all about the margins. And the parties they have for three-year-olds are where the real money is. I mean, have you seen the average price tag on a Power Wheels car?" "Sixty bucks?" Molly suggested. "Close," Bill said, scrolling through his research. "Try sixty-five. And these aren't just any presents, either. These are high-end brand-name items, all carefully curated and expertly wrapped to maximize the extortionate potential. We're talking Lego sets worth two hundred bucks a pop. Stuffed animals that'll set some suburban dad back a cool fifty." Molly's eyes scanned the room, mentally mapping the layout. "Okay, so we know the target is a custom-built mansion in the suburbs. We'll need to blend in seamlessly to get past the security detail." "Ah, no," Bill said, a sly grin spreading across his face. "We're going in as the catering staff. Best disguise ever. The little rugrats will eat whole pizzas, whole cakes, and then vomit them all back up on demand. It's like they're begging to be stolen from." Molly sipped her whiskey, a slow smile spreading across her face. "I love it. But you know what they say: 'you can't teach an old cat new tricks.' Bill's eyes sparkled with mischief. "And you can't catch a thief on a sugar high. That's a rule of physics, isn't it?" Molly stood up, setting her drink on the coffee table. "You know, I think I'm starting to see the genius in this plan. When do we put it into action?" Bill powered down his laptop, snagging the folder full of research and tossing it to Molly. "Tonight. At midnight. We're going in as 'Crazy Jerry' and 'Inflatable Bear', aka the catering staff of your wildest nightmares." Molly tucked the folder under her arm, laughing. "And tonight, we become honorary members of the exclusive Children's Party Heist Squad." Their low, conspiratorial chuckles filled the room as the dim evening light outside seemed to brighten, illuminating the first in a series of expertly planned – and hilariously disastrous – heists.