Molly sprawled across the motel bed, surrounded by crumpled up maps of "Kiddie Kingdom" party venue, while Bill paced beside the window, puffing on a cigar. "Alright, I've got the layout memorized," Molly said, tossing a pen in the air. "We hit the gift table during the piñata frenzy. Chaos will be our distraction." "Hold up, what's with the piñata?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow. "Can't we just create our own diversion? Maybe a nicely placed whoopee cushion?" Molly chuckled. "You want to explain to a room full of sugar-high kids why a grown man just farted the Macarena? No, we stick with the piñata. It's elegant, it's simple." Bill snorted, exhaling a plume of smoke. "Elegant? We're stealing from toddlers, Molly. Our moral compass is already busted. A little flatulence won't hurt." Molly grinned mischievously. "Oh, it's not just about the morality, Bill. It's about getting in and out with all those juicy, wrapped presents. Now, let's rehearse our 'concerned adult' faces..."