Molly spread the blueprints of "Kiddie Kingdom" across the cramped hotel room floor, her eyes darting between the layout of the play area, cafeteria, and party rooms. Bill, lounging on the bed, tossed a mini pillow at her, which Molly batted away without breaking her concentration. "Alright, so we've got three minutes between the piñata smashing and the cake cutting," Molly said, tapping a manicured finger on the floor plan. "That's our window to grab the presents." Bill swung his legs over the side of the bed, his voice laced with skepticism. "You really think we can swipe a few dozen gifts without a room full of sugar-high kids and their helicopter parents noticing?" Molly shot him a withering look. "That's why we're dressing up as a children's entertainment duo, 'Binky and Bingo.' I've got the annoying theme song and everything." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You mean 'The Binky and Bingo Boogie'?" Molly winced. "Don't remind me. Now, here's the plan: we'll set up in the corner, near the gift table. Once the kids are distracted by the piñata, I'll create a diversion—" "A diversion, eh?" Bill's grin hinted at mischief. "What did you have in mind? A choreographed dance routine? A magic trick gone wrong?" Molly rolled her eyes. "I'll just, uh, accidentally spill some punch on the birthday boy's mom. The chaos will give you time to swap the gifts with our fake, empty boxes." Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "You know, for a master thief, you're surprisingly reliant on slapstick humor." Molly smirked. "Hey, it's all about misdirection. Now, let's practice our 'Binky and Bingo' banter." She cleared her throat, launching into a gratingly cheerful tone, "Okay, kids! Who's ready for some fun with Binky and Bingo?" Bill groaned, playing along with a dramatic flourish, "Oh, I am, I am! *adjusts brightly colored wig* But first, can someone please explain to me why we're risking jail time for a bunch of toys and potentially traumatic childhood memories?" Molly's expression turned stern, though a hint of amusement danced in her eyes. "Those 'toys' are designer label, limited edition, and highly resaleable. We're talking a five-figure payday, Bill. And as for the kids... well, they'll just think it's all part of the Binky and Bingo experience." As they continued to rehearse their terrible jokes and over-the-top antics, Bill tossed in one final question, "You know, have you considered the very real possibility that we might actually enjoy this?" Molly's response was swift and resolute, "Don't even think about it, Bill. We're in this for the loot, not to find our inner children." Though, as she glanced at the "Binky and Bingo" costumes hanging on the back of the door, a small, treasonous smile threatened to undermine her tough façade.