Molly leaned back in the rickety kitchen chair, twirling a lockpick between her fingers. Bill adjusted his tactical vest, covered in cartoon unicorn patches. "You really think this is going to work?" Bill asked, skeptical. Molly grinned. "Birthday parties are the ultimate score. Parents are distracted, kids are hyped on sugar, and presents are just sitting there unwrapped." Bill scratched his beard. "We're stealing from a six-year-old's birthday party. This feels wrong." "Wrong? These are top-tier designer toys. That Lego set alone is worth three grand on the black market," Molly countered. "Who buys stolen Lego sets?" Bill muttered. "Collectors. Scalpers. People with more money than sense." She pulled out a detailed floor plan. "We'll enter through the back door during the pinata moment. Maximum chaos, minimum resistance." Bill sighed. "I used to be a professional safe cracker. Now I'm doing kiddie party heists." "Think of it as diversifying our criminal portfolio," Molly winked. He rolled his eyes. "That's one way to put it." The plan was ridiculous. It was also probably going to work perfectly.