Molly leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper as she studied the blueprints of the kiddie party spread out before them. "Okay, so we have the Sugar Plum Fairy's ball, the Inflatable Castle, and the Play Zone games area. What's the target?" she asked Bill, her eyes scanning the layout. "Got it, the Jellybean Room," Bill replied, his finger tracing the contours of the room on the plan. "The loot. Presents, cakes, and all the sugar-coated trash we can carry." Molly's eyes widened as she did the math. "We're talking at least a hundred grand's worth of gifts. We'll be sweet-getters." Bill chuckled. "A little birdie told me the Sugar Plum Fairy's got a major shopping addiction. We're gonna make off with the whole nine yards." They sat at a small table in a dingy laundromat, fueled by lukewarm coffee and stale donuts. The faded decorations and worn-out washers provided a fitting atmosphere for their conversation. "Okay, so we go in at 7, right after the Spider-Man costume contest?" Molly asked, eyes shining with excitement. Bill nodded, his tie loosened and his tool belt cinched. "And get to the Jellybean Room as quietly as we can. I don't want to wake up the Sugar Plum Fairy's army of hyperactive guards." Molly snorted. "Just a bunch of sugar-high six-year-olds and their frazzled parents, trying to keep track of missing Matchboxes or Teddy Griffins. Piece of cake." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And then we make off with the loot in a wheelbarrow. Because nothing says 'stealthy thief' like a stolen wheelbarrow full of candy and dollhouses." Their conversation was interrupted by the rustling of the laundry machines, and the laundromat's proprietor, a gruff woman with a look of disdain, raised her voice over the din. "You folks paying attention? Thirty seconds passes, and I'll have to send you to the door if you can't get it done!" Molly and Bill quickly huddled together, refocusing on the plan. "Remember, quiet entry, and get in and out before anyone spots us," Bill whispered. Molly nodded, mentally rehearsing the scenario. "Once inside, split up and grab as many crates as we can carry. You go for the bigger-ticket items – the dollhouses, the electronics. Me, I'm taking the soft ones, the ones with the easy-to-score credit card receipts." Bill grinned mischievously. "And I'll make sure to swipe some birthday hats and put 'em up for sale online. People will pay top dollar for a retro Super Mario Bros. cap." Molly elbowed him. "No stealing the cake, Bill. That's just asking for trouble." Bill chuckled as he stuffed a handful of quarters into his jacket pocket. "Good thing the Sugar Plum Fairy's got a sweet tooth."