Molly poured over the blueprints of "Kiddie Kingdom", a sprawling entertainment complex that hosted children's birthday parties by the dozen. She circled the ventilation shafts, the emergency exits, and the candy buffet. Bill lounged on the couch, flipping through TV channels with the remote. "Okay, so we're in, we grab the loot, and we're out," Bill said, not looking away from the screen. "What's the plan for the pesky partygoers?" "Ah, that's the beauty of it," Molly replied, a mischievous glint in her eye. "The guest of honor is turning six, so we're talking at least twenty sugar-high kids and their oblivious parents. We'll blend right in." "In what, a sea of screaming children and judgmental moms?" Bill raised an eyebrow, finally turning his attention to Molly. "Hey, you'll make a great 'cool dad'," Molly teased, tossing him a bright orange "Kiddie Kingdom" staff vest from her bag. "Just throw on this bad boy, and no one will suspect a thing." Bill caught the vest, examining it with disdain. "This is an affront to my dignity. What's with the ' Helpers are Heroes' slogan?" "Shut up and put it on," Molly chuckled, donning a matching vest with a disturbingly enthusiastic expression. "Now, let's go over the present situation. We have confirmed reports of at least three iPad minis, a plethora of LEGO sets, and a custom-built, six-foot-tall stuffed unicorn." Bill's eyes lit up behind his scowl. "Now we're talking. The unicorn alone could fund our next three jobs." "Exactly! Alright, once we're inside, we make a beeline for the gift table. I'll create a diversion near the ball pit –" "A diversion, huh?" Bill's grin grew sly. "What did you have in mind, Molly?" "Oh, just a little something I like to call... 'The Great Kiddie Kingdom Cake Heist'." Molly's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Please tell me you're not going to steal a child's birthday cake," Bill said, a hint of horror creeping into his voice. "Not just any cake, Bill – a five-tiered monstrosity with fondant and sprinkles. I'll 'accidentally' push it into the photo booth, and while everyone's watching the ensuing chaos, you swoop in and snatch the presents." Bill let out a low whistle. "You know, sometimes I don't know whether to admire or fear your genius, Molly." Molly beamed, adjusting her vest. "That's what makes me the best in the business, Bill. Now, shall we get ready to give those kids an unforgettable birthday – for all the wrong reasons?"