Molly scrutinized the recon photos of "Bouncy Castle Bonanza" sprawled across the diner booth. Bill, sipping on a sludgy coffee, pointed to a snapshot of a piñata shaped like a cartoon character. "That's our way in. I've got a guy who owes me a favor – he'll swap the candy with weighted beanbags. We'll 'accidentally' break it, create a diversion." Molly's eyes sparkled as she calculated the chaos. "I love it. What's the present-to-kid ratio looking like?" Bill consulted his notes. "At least three gifts per child, and there are twenty-five attendees. We're talking upwards of seventy-five scores." As they pored over the plans, a harried waitress refilled Bill's coffee, raising an eyebrow at the array of children's party photos. "Uh, planning a birthday bash for a little one?" Molly beamed, adopting a sugary sweet tone. "Oh, yes! For our... niece. Yeah, that's it. We just want to make it a day to remember!" The waitress nodded, oblivious, and wandered off. Bill mouthed, "Niece," and Molly shrugged, grinning. With their cover intact, they dove back into the heist details.