Molly leaned back in the rickety kitchen chair, balancing a butter knife on her fingertip. "So, we're really doing this? A kids' birthday party heist?" Bill shuffled some hand-drawn blueprints across the table, his reading glasses sliding down his nose. "Not just any party. Little Timmy Rodriguez's eighth birthday. His parents are loaded, and those gift tables are going to be stacked." "Stacked with what? Lego sets and remote control cars?" She quirked an eyebrow. "High-end electronics. Smart watches, limited edition gaming systems. These wealthy suburban parents don't mess around." Bill tapped a specific point on the diagram. "Side entrance, near the bounce house. Perfect blind spot." Molly snorted. "A bounce house. We're going to infiltrate a children's party through a bounce house." "Less suspicious than coming in through the front door dressed like we belong." Bill started sketching potential costume ideas. "I'm thinking... party clown." "Absolutely not." Molly's flat tone made it clear this was non-negotiable. "Fine. Hired entertainment. Maybe a magician. Kids love magicians." She rolled her eyes. "You look about as magical as a burnt toast. We need something more subtle." Bill scratched his chin. "Catering staff?" "Better. But we'll need authentic uniforms." Molly pulled out her phone, already scanning rental costume websites. "How many kids we talking about?" "Looks like twenty. Mostly second and third graders." Bill adjusted his glasses. "Presents should be near the main table. Parents always set up a gift display area." "Time window?" Molly asked, already calculating logistics. "Two hours. Peak party time. Maximum chaos, minimum suspicion." Bill started marking potential escape routes on the blueprint. Molly leaned forward. "Getaway vehicle?" "Cargo van. Unmarked. Rental plates." Bill's finger traced a potential route. "We'll need to be in and out in under twelve minutes." "Twelve minutes?" She whistled. "Tight schedule." "Tight, but doable. These rich parents get distracted. Cake, singing, presents. Perfect moment of collective attention." Bill's eyes gleamed with professional excitement. Molly nodded slowly. "Costume rentals. Fake credentials. Equipment packed in catering cases." "Exactly." Bill grinned. "Who'd suspect two random catering workers at a kid's birthday party?" "Precisely no one," Molly concluded. "Let's run some scenarios." They spent the next hour meticulously breaking down every potential complication, mapping out contingencies, and perfecting their approach to what might be the most ridiculous heist of their criminal careers. Just another Tuesday for professional thieves Molly and Bill.