Molly sat in the dimly lit room, her eyes fixed on the blueprint of what appeared to be a children's birthday party. She scribbled notes furiously, while Bill, ever the laid-back character, leaned back in his chair with a cigar in his mouth. "Darlin', I know you're all about the low-hanging fruit, but a children's party? Really?" Bill drawled out, clearly unimpressed by the target. Molly rolled her eyes, her pencil still moving. "Look, Bill. This ain't no ordinary kid's party. Their parents just opened a new online store selling rare collectible toys. These presents? They're worth more than the square footage of their mansion. Now, are you in or what?” Bill chuckled, exuding smug satisfaction. "Course I'm in, doll face. Just tell me what we gotta do. But remember, no pillow fights, no rainbow wands. I draw the line at glitter." Molly grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Don't worry, honey. I've got the roundabout right here." She leaned back and gestured to the blueprint. "It's got a mountain of presents, a castle for the cake, and a damn moat made out of balloons. We need to get in, stealthy-like, grab the loot, and get out. Simple as a stick of dynamite in a cookie." Bill's eyebrow raised skepticism. "Stealthy? With kids about? Are you planning on installing some kind of temporary earplugs? Or commando gear for me?" Molly snorted. "You, in camo? Imagine that, skipping merrily through a field of fun for a cache of toys." "That's my line, Molly," Bill shot back, his voice growing serious for a moment. "Alright, so what's your plan? We ain't exactly the Binks and Tigger crowd." Molly grunted and pointed at the blueprint. "See that bigoted birthday hat nailed to the top of the castle? That's moat generator 'Number 5.' We cut the wires there, cripple the balloon army. Once the bubble bath bath goes flat, we sneak right in—" "You call those pyrotechnics? Cuts and composites?" Bill interrupted, his voice laced with sarcasm. "We should probably try practicing our shrinking skills, too. With all that bling-bling, we'll be swelling like balloons." Molly scowled and returned to her notes. "Just follow my lead, Bill. The key is the icing. Once the balloon moat is down, get your butt out there and steal some shiny bling-bling.") Bill snorted, finally reaching for the brandy. "Hey, your bling-bling, my bling-bling... But you know, if we end up with 'My Pet Unicorn' instead of a bag o’ bars, I'm holding you responsible. If we get paint on our hands, it's your paint. Allergies, we’re not coddling no hanky up nobody, caught in bubble wrap no how..." Molly rolled her eyes at Bill's antics. She grabbed her pen and circled something on the blueprint, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Listen, Bill. I'm the letter of the law. You, you're the 'Letterman' of the law." "Touché, Ms. Law and Order," Bill deadpanned, taking another sip of brandy. "So what's plan B? I got a mental note: ballet instead of bullets, tensor instead of torpedoes, fluffy waffles for smuggled safes. Nothing crucial ever has 'Child's Play' in its name anyway." "That's why this place is a goldmine," Molly said with the confidence of a conundrum about to be cracked. "No sprawling barbed wire here, Bill. These kids don't know the taste of failure. So, we'll have no takedown squads, no top-notch security guards, no fancy alert systems. Just a bunch of squirrels with the attention span of a shirt button." Bill nodded approvingly, the glint of a dawning plan in his eye despite the cigar smoke. "You know, Molly Mayhem, this could actually work. We may just get away with the bling-bling without all the leering losers. No Geishas to outwit, no heavy-hitters to outsmart. Our names are already made -- we're just on some desolate basics junk." Molly grinned at his optimism. "Yeah, Bill, but remember, it's all in fun. If we laugh, the kids will laugh. If the kids laugh, the parents will laugh. And when they laugh, they'll let their guards down. Maybe they'll forget which presents are marble boxers and which are golden watches." Bill raised his glass. "To cheaper tea at high standards." Molly clinked with her own, matching the grin. "Here's to thrills by the miniature, Bill."