Molly spread out the blueprint of "Pony Palace" on the cluttered kitchen table, Bill leaning in beside her, a bowl of stale cereal between them. The venue was notorious for its extravagant children's parties. "Alright, so we've got three entrances, two emergency exits, and a ball pit that's just begging to swallow a thief whole," Molly said, tracing the layout with her finger. "I'm more concerned about the potential for sugar highs and water balloon ambushes," Bill replied, crunching on a cereal flake. Molly chuckled. "You worry too much. We're in, we snatch the presents, we're out. It's not like we're stealing the Mona Lisa... just a bunch of overpriced plastic toys." "Tell that to the toddler who just lost their ' copyrighted, limited-edition, Sparkles McGee doll'," Bill said, raising an eyebrow. "Sparkles McGee is going to fund our retirement, Bill. Now, who takes the gift table and who distracts the adults with the fake piñata emergency?"