Molly paced back and forth in front of the worn, wooden table, a sprawling mess of maps, brochures, and snack wrappers scattered across its surface. Bill, lounging in a creaky chair, watched her with a mixture of amusement and concern. "Alright, alright, I get it. You're excited," Bill said, holding up a hand in mock defense. "But breaking into a kids' party? It's a new low, even for us." "Come on, Bill! It's genius!" Molly's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Think about it – a room full of unsuspecting parents, distracted by Sugar High-gate, and tables groaning under the weight of overpriced, plastic trash... I mean, thoughtful gifts." "Thoughtful gifts we're going to steal from children," Bill deadpanned. "You know, for that extra-special kick of guilt." "Oh, don't be such a softie! It's not like we're stealing their lunches. Although, have you seen the prices of those themed party packs? Highway robbery, I tell you!" Molly snorted, bending to study the party venue's layout. "Now, here's the plan – we pose as the piñata delivery team..." Bill raised an eyebrow. "We're going to dress up as... piñata people?" "Well, not exactly. We'll just wear the matching 'Piñata Pals' shirts I found online. It's all about blending in," Molly explained, waving a hand dismissively. "Because nothing screams 'not suspicious' like two adults in bright orange, cartoon-character-emblazoned tees," Bill said dryly. "Hey, you're just jealous because I got the 'Pete the Party Penguin' shirt and you're stuck with 'Lola the Laughing Llama'!" Molly taunted, holding up the offending garments. Bill shuddered. "Remind me to burn that thing after the heist." "Fine, fine. Once we're inside, we make a beeline for the gift table... or tables, plural, if our reconnaissance is correct." Molly's grin grew. "I mean, who doesn't love a good present heist?" "Actually, I think it's the 'who doesn't love a good present' part that's got me worried. These are kids, Molly. What's the haul going to be – a bunch of teddy bears and playsets?" Molly's face fell, before a sly smile spread across her face once more. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong, my friend! We're not just after any presents... we're after the pièce de résistance – the infamous, limited-edition, 'Gloopernaught 9000' action figure. Rumor has it, one of the party guests is getting it, and I aim to find out who." Bill's expression transformed from skeptical to intrigued. "Now that's what I call a challenge. Alright, Pete the Party Penguin and Lola the Laughing Llama are in. When do we strike?"