Molly drummed her fingers on the table, staring at the crude map Bill had sketched on a coffee-stained napkin. The children's party venue looked like a fortress on paper, albeit one decorated with balloons and streamers. "So explain this to me one more time," she said, twirling a lock of red hair around her finger. "We're seriously planning to rob a bunch of six-year-olds?" Bill leaned forward, his eyes bright with excitement. "Not the kids themselves, Mols. The presents. Do you have any idea how much loot is sitting in that gift pile? We're talking tablets, gaming systems, designer clothes - rich parents trying to outdo each other." "Seems pretty low, even for us," Molly replied, though her interest was clearly piqued. "What's the setup again?" Bill pointed to various spots on his napkin diagram. "The birthday boy is Timmy Winchester, son of that tech mogul. Party's at Funland Adventure Zone from two to five on Saturday. Gift table is here, by the rock climbing wall." "And security?" Molly asked, raising an eyebrow. "One bored teenager checking wristbands at the entrance. Parents drop the kids off and most leave to enjoy their freedom. The few that stay are usually face-deep in their phones in the waiting area." Molly took a sip of her coffee. "So what's the plan? We can't just walk in and grab everything." "That's where this gets good," Bill said, grinning. "We go in as entertainment. I called the place pretending to be Winchester's assistant. Said the boss wanted to surprise everyone with extra characters." "Characters?" Molly's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "I got us dinosaur costumes. T-Rex to be specific." "You want me to dress as a dinosaur?" Molly's voice rose sharply. "Have you completely lost your mind?" "Think about it!" Bill insisted. "Arms are hidden inside, perfect for swiping presents. We entertain the kids for fifteen minutes, then one of us creates a distraction while the other hits the gift table. We stuff everything in the costume tails and waddle out." "This is ridiculous," Molly muttered. "What kind of distraction?" Bill shrugged. "I figured you could pretend to get sick. Nothing scares parents more than vomit near their precious offspring. They'll all be looking at you while I clean out the table." "Charming. And the costumes? Where exactly did you get those?" "My cousin works in theater." "The same cousin who got us those police uniforms that fell apart during the jewelry store job?" Bill shifted uncomfortably. "He's improved since then." Molly stared at him for a long moment before sighing. "You know what the worst part is? This might actually work. But if those dinosaur costumes rip, or if one kid sees us taking their precious new PlayStation..." "It's foolproof," Bill said confidently. "In and out in thirty minutes with a haul that'll keep us comfortable for months." "Fine," Molly conceded. "But next time, we're back to banks. At least they have adults' money." "So we're on?" Bill asked, his face lighting up. "Yeah," Molly said, draining her coffee. "Let's go steal from some kindergartners."