Molly pored over the crude hand-drawn map of "Kiddie Kingdom" spread across the cluttered kitchen table, a sugary-sweet flyer for "Benny's Spectacular 8th Birthday Bash" taped to the corner. Bill lounged against the countertop, munching on a stale cereal bar. "Alright, so we're in agreement – the presents are the primary target," Molly said, tapping a pen against the map. "Oh, absolutely. I mean, who needs a bouncy castle when you can have a haul of freshly minted Legos and possibly, just possibly, a Nintendo Switch?" Bill replied, crumbs spilling from his mouth. "Priorities, Bill. Now, I've timed the entertainment schedule. The magician will be distracting the mini-humans from 2:45 to 3:15. That's our window." "A magician, huh? Hope he's not too distracting. I don't want any unexpected ' Abracadabra, the thieves are caught!' moments." Molly shot him a sidelong glance. "You've been watching too many heist movies. It's a kids' party, not a casino vault." "Hey, one can never be too prepared. What's the plan for the gift table?" "Simple: you create a diversion near the ball pit while I swiftly swap the presents with these..." Molly produced a stack of identical, empty boxes from beneath the table. "...and we meet back at the emergency exit –" "–which, might I add, is cunningly disguised as a giant, inflatable unicorn. I mean, who wouldn't trust a unicorn?" Molly deadpanned, "You're not helping. Now, about the potential complications –" "Complications, schomplications. We've got this. What's the worst that could happen? We get caught by a swarm of sugar-fueled 8-year-olds?" "Actually, that's my number one concern. Have you seen the ferocity of children protecting their birthday cake?" Bill chuckled, nearly choking on his cereal bar. "Okay, okay, we add 'Cake-Guarding Mini-Vigilantes' to the risk assessment. Anything else?" "Yes, actually. What if Benny's parents are, well, not your average, oblivious party hosts?" "You mean, what if they're secretly ex-CIA operatives with a penchant for hosting ultra-secure children's parties?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "You know that's not entirely implausible, given our track record." Bill snorted. "Then we'll just have to rely on our legendary cunning, lightning-fast reflexes, and... uh, my ability to convincingly pretend to be a children's party entertainer, if needed." Molly face-palmed, a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "This is going to be a long afternoon." "Hey, that's the spirit! Now, who's up for some last-minute, totally-not-necessary, party-crasher disguises?" Molly shook her head, smiling wryly. "You're buying."