As I sipped on my lukewarm coffee, I listened in on Molly's scheme. "...and then, we hit the piñata. I mean, it's like the present store around here. Soft spot, easy to crack, and all the good stuff inside." Bill, sprawled on the couch behind me, raised an eyebrow. "You've been watching too many kid videos, Molly. We can't just waltz in there and start swinging a bat around. What if we get caught by the birthday kid himself?" Molly's expression turned stern. "Hey, I've got this, okay? I've been casing this joint for weeks. I know the party host's patterns, I know the catering schedule, I know the parents are going to be too distracted by the food and the entertainment to even notice we're there." Bill leaned forward, his voice taking on a skeptical tone. "You do realize this is a kid's party, right? I'm talking bounce house, face painting, that kind of deal. There's going to be a bunch of rowdy kids running around, screaming 'I WANT TO OPEN THE PRESENTS!' at the top of their lungs. It's going to be chaos." Molly waved her hand dismissively. "Details. We'll just blend in, grab the loot, and make a quick exit before anyone even notices. And besides, what's the worst that could happen? We get identified by a 4-year-old with a fondness for glitter? Please, they're not exactly the next Interpol team." Bill shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "You know, Molly, sometimes I wonder how you've made it this long as a thief without getting caught. It's like you're addicted to getting us into these harebrained schemes." Molly shot back, her eyes flashing with amusement. "Hey, it's not a harebrain scheme if it's going to pay big. And I promise you, this is the big one. The kids are having their birthday extravaganza, complete with a raffle for a brand new bike, and I've got inside info that says the birthday boy is getting something major. Like, shiny major. You're not going to want to miss out on this payday." Bill rubbed his hands together, his grin growing wider. "Alright, alright. I'm in. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you. No, scratch that – I'm telling our fence that you're the one who kept me awake at night thinking about the bounce house." Molly chuckled, clapping Bill on the back. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to wear steel-toed boots. Now, let's get to work on our kid-friendly disguises. We don't want to stand out from the crowd." "Great idea," Bill murmured, already mentally calculating the minimum number of candy canes we'd need to buy to fund our next escapade.