Molly crouched behind the inflatable castle, eyeing the sea of tiny sneakers and pastel balloons. The birthday party was in full chaotic swing, a cacophony of sugar-fueled shrieks and questionable face paint. Bill checked his watch obsessively, his fingers trembling slightly, whether from excitement or the ten grape sodas he'd already drained was unclear. “Alright, Bill, we swoop in when the piñata gets smashed,” Molly whispered, sidling closer to the giant pink candy-filled contraption dangling from the tree. Bill nodded, eyes darting to a rotund toddler who was wielding a plastic bat with alarming enthusiasm. “Got it. Distracted kids, smash piñata, grab presents. Easy.” “Easy?” Molly snorted. “Have you seen these kids? One wrong move, and I’m the one smashing into a cake.” She eyed a thick chocolate layer threatening to drip onto her shoes. Bill grinned, showing a gap where a front tooth was missing—probably from last year’s heist, or a toddler tussle, no one really knew. “Cake’s just a hazard of the trade, Moll. We do this, then we’ll be rolling in toys, enough to keep us busy till Christmas.” Molly smirked, already plotting the swift grab-and-go. “Alright partner, time to crash the party. But if I get slimed, I’m blaming you.”