Molly poured over the schematics of "Kiddie Kingdom" party venue, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Bill, lounging on the couch behind her, tossed a peanut in the air and caught it with a satisfied smack. "Alright, so we've got the caterer's entrance, the ‘jumping castle’ distraction, and the 'cake time' diversion," Molly said, tapping the blueprint. "We're in, grab the loot, and out in under ten minutes." "Sounds like a piece of cake – literally," Bill chuckled, snickering at his own joke. Molly shot him a withering look. "Focus, Bill. We're talking potentially hundreds of gifts here. Electronics, toys, the works." "Hey, I'm focused," Bill protested, holding up his hands in mock innocence. "I just want to know – what's the plan for the obligatory 'find the kid who's having a meltdown because we stole their stuff' situation?" Molly's grin returned, wider than before. "Leave that to me. I've been practicing my 'who, us?' face in the mirror." Bill guffawed, nearly choking on his peanut. "That's what I love about heisting with you, Molls – the attention to detail."