"I'm telling you, Bill, this is the heist of the century," Molly said, eyes shining with excitement. "Oh please, it's a kids' birthday party. The security is going to be, what, four frazzled parents and a bouncy castle?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "Exactly! That's what makes it genius. No one expects the presents to get jacked at a five-year-old's shindig. We'll be in and out before they can say 'piñata'." "Ugh, don't remind me. I still have PTSD from that last job where we had to escape through the ball pit." "Aw, come on, it was fun! You got a good story out of it. 'The Great Ball Pit Breakout' – I'm still waiting for you to write that memoir." "Ha ha, very funny, Molly. So, what's the plan for today? You've got the party layout, I assume?" "Of course. I've been casing this joint for weeks. Okay, so the presents are on a table near the cake... we create a diversion, grab the loot, and make a run for the Venezian ice cream truck parked outside." "Sold. But if I get stuck in a bounce house again, I'm never working with you again."