Molly spread out the blueprint of "Kiddie Kingdom" on the cramped café table, her eyes scanning the layout with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Bill, sipping on a lukewarm coffee, raised an eyebrow as he took in the colorful schematics. "Okay, Molly, I see the ball pit, the bounce house, and what appears to be a petting zoo. How exactly does this equate to the score of a lifetime?" Bill asked, his skepticism evident. "Elementary, my dear Bill," Molly replied, a sly grin spreading across her face. "We're not after the obvious. We're here for the mother lode: the presents. Think about it, a single children's party can yield up to a hundred gifts, each one a potential goldmine." "A hundred gifts, you say? That's a lot of loot... but also a lot of noise. How do you plan on executing this without waking the entirety of suburbia?" "Leave that to me. I've got a plan involving a caterer's uniform, a diversionary pinata, and an ungodly amount of bubble wrap." Bill's coffee halted mid-air, "You can't be serious about the pinata." "Oh, I'm dead serious. Now, are you in, or are you out?" Molly's eyes sparkled with mischief, daring Bill to back down.