Molly spread the blueprints of the children's party venue across the worn Formica table, her eyes scanning the layout with the intensity of a general planning a siege. Bill, her partner in crime, leaned back in his chair, sipping a lukewarm coffee, his gaze fixed on the impressive sprawl of Molly's curly brown hair. "Okay, so we've got two entrance points," Molly said, her finger tracing the hallway that led to the party room. "We can slip in through the kitchen or the emergency exit." Bill raised an eyebrow. "The kitchen's got too much foot traffic. I say we go for the emergency exit. Less chance of getting caught in a sea of juice-box-wielding toddlers." Molly nodded, her curls bouncing with enthusiasm. "Agreed. Once we're in, we've got a three-minute window to snatch the presents before the sing-along starts." Bill let out a low whistle. "Three minutes, huh? That's gonna be tight. But I've got a new technique for rapid gift-grabbing. I've been practicing with my appendages." Molly shot him a withering look. "Your 'appendages'?" Bill held up his hands, wiggling his fingers. "I've got the fastest gift-grabbing fingers in the business, Molly. We're gonna make off with so many Lego sets, we'll be set for life."