Molly studied the blueprint of "Pony Pandemonium," the popular children's party venue, her brow furrowed in concentration. Beside her, Bill lounged on the couch, crunching on a handful of popcorn as he gazed out the window at the chaotic Saturday afternoon traffic. "Okay, so we've got the entrance, the play structure, the 'Pony Play Area' – which is just a bunch of ball pits, let's be real – and the gift table," Molly said, tapping the relevant sections of the blueprint with a red pen. Bill swung his gaze back to her, a smudge of butter on his cheek. "Yeah, that's where the magic happens. The gift table's gonna be our main event." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're not getting too sentimental about stealing from children, are you?" Bill's expression was offended. "Hey, those kids are gonna get plenty of presents. We're just... re-distributing the wealth. And getting a sweet haul of train sets and dolls." Molly snorted, rolling up the blueprint and tucking it into her messenger bag. "You're such a softie, Bill." "Hey, I resent that. I'm a hardened thief. Just ask those five DVD players I liberated last week." Molly chuckled, picturing Bill wrestling the unwieldy electronics into their getaway van. "I'm sure the owners are still traumatized." Bill grinned, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Trauma's just part of the service. Now, let's get down to business. We've got a few variables to account for: first, the security guards are all ex-Theme Park Fun People, so they're basically glorified cotton candy vendors in uniforms." Molly giggled. "That's reassuring." Bill nodded. "Second, the party starts at two, but the presents won't be brought out until three. That gives us an hour to mingle, grab some free balloons –" "And possibly a juice box or two?" Bill shot her a side-eye. "Priorities, Molly. We're here for the gifts, not the free snacks." "Right, right. Sorry, I forgot what a consummate professional you are." Bill smirked, offering her a handful of popcorn. "Hey, sacrifices have to be made. We can't have you getting too sugar-high to execute the heist." Molly took a handful of the crunchy snack, mulling over the plan as they munched in silence for a moment. Then, a mischievous glint sparked in her eye. "Bill? What's the protocol if one of the kids recognizes us?" Bill blinked, taken aback. "Uh... um... deny everything, I guess?" Molly patted his hand reassuringly. "That's right. And if all else fails, we bribe them with candy." Their peals of laughter mingled with the hum of traffic outside as they prepared to take on the unsuspecting children of Pony Pandemonium.