Molly fanned herself with a worn napkin, the sweat beading on her forehead as she hovered over the large, unfolded blueprint spread out before them. The overhead vent above hummed, rattling the dusty lampshade above the rickety table. "Okay, so we're agreed on the layout," she said, her eyes darting to the scribbled notes in the margin. "Kitchen's here, playroom's there, and the birthday boy's presents are gonna be dolled up in the den." Bill nodded, tapping his pen against the rim of his lukewarm coffee cup. "What's the situation with the pinata?" Molly's gaze snapped up to meet his. "You want to take the pinata?" "When else am I gonna get the chance to smash open a papier-mâché animal filled with candy?" Bill asked, his grin laced with mischief. Molly snorted. "It's a children's party, Bill. Not a candy heist. We're there for the presents." "Come on, Molly. It'll be fun." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You think the kid's parents are gonna let us take a swing at their pinata? I think they're gonna be a little occupied by the fact that we're making off with their kid's birthday haul." Bill scoffed. "Semantics. We'll just tell them it was an accident. 'Oh, sorry about the pinata, we were just... uh, getting into the spirit of things.' Who's gonna suspect us of anything?" Molly's expression darkened. "You're not exactly the most subtle guy, Bill." "Hey, I resent that. I'm as stealthy as a ninja." Molly's laughter was a deep, throaty sound. "You're as stealthy as a giraffe on roller skates, Bill." Bill scowled and nudged the table, sending Molly's cup of coffee sloshing toward the blueprints. She let out a yelp, frantically blotting at the spill with the napkin. "Watch it, Bill." "Sorry, sorry," he said, his tone absent of remorse. "What's the entrance plan?" Molly's eyes narrowed. "We go in through the kitchen window. I've got a friend on the inside who says they'll leave it unlocked." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Friend?" Molly shrugged. "More like an acquaintance. We went to high school together. She's