Molly pored over the blueprint of "Kiddie Kingdom", a sprawling inflatable playground that doubled as a birthday party venue on weekends. Bill, lounging on the couch beside her, crunched lazily on a bag of stale potato chips. "This is the one, Bill," Molly said, her finger tracing the ventilation shafts. "The Smith birthday bash – rumored to have the most extravagant gift table this side of the equator." Bill raised an eyebrow, chip paused mid-air. "You want to hit a kids' party? That's a new low, even for us." "Hey, desperate times," Molly replied, grinning. "Besides, what's more desperate than parents shelling out three hundred bucks for a toy robot that'll be forgotten by Tuesday?" Bill chuckled, the crunching resumed. "Fair point. But have you considered the, ah, '_unique challenges' of this heist? I mean, we're talking sugar-high six-year-olds, oblivious parents... and a ball pit." Molly's eyes sparkled. "That's where you're wrong, my friend. The ball pit is our in. We'll blend right in with the sea of plastic balls and screaming kids." Bill snorted. "You've clearly never been to one of these things. We'll stick out like, well, thieves in a ball pit." Undeterred, Molly continued outlining their plan. "Alright, here's how it goes down: we pose as the entertainment – I've found a stellar 'Binky the Clown' costume online. We get the kids distracted with a magic show, and you sneak into the gift room via the ventilation shaft." Bill whistled, impressed despite himself. "You've really thought this through, haven't you? What's the estimated haul?" Molly's grin widened. "Conservative estimate? At least five grand in toys, maybe more if we get lucky with some of those new hoverboard thingies." Bill let out a low whistle. "Now that's what I call a happy birthday to us." Just then, Molly's phone buzzed with an incoming text from their fence, Vic. She read the message, her expression turning momentarily serious. "What's wrong?" Bill asked, noticing the shift. Molly's gaze snapped back to the blueprint. "Just Vic reminding us about the... 'additional competition' in the area. Apparently, a rival crew, 'The Sugar Snatchers', has also caught wind of the party." Bill's eyebrows shot up. "Well, isn't that just peachy. Looks like we've got a party to crash – and some unwanted plus-ones to contend with."