Molly puzzled over the meticulously drawn blueprint, her lips pursed in concentration. The('/') Children's Party' was written in bold letters at the top, and beneath it a maze of interconnected rooms and corridors. Bill stood beside her, hunched over, his eyebrows knit together in anxiety. "This is going to be a piece of cake, kiddo." Molly reassured, crumpling the paper into a ball. "The real challenge will be keeping a straight face while we rip through a room full of screaming children." Bill sighed. "Yeah, and no one suspects a thing, right? Just two friendly strangers, bursting into a children's birthday party, sifting through presents?" Molly grinned. "That's the ticket. We'll be the unlikeliest of criminals. People will never see us coming." She gestured to the diagram. "Here's the plan: we'll slip in through the restroom window. Easy in, easy out." Bill coughed. "And then what? Dig through the presents like a couple of plunderers?" "No, no." She waved her hand dismissively. "Classy operation, Bill. Classy. We'll wait until the birthday boy blows out the candles and Mommy is busy taking pictures, then we strike." Bill glanced at her dubiously. "You think the parents won't notice a sudden influx of stolen goods?" Molly winked. "Parents at children's parties: a dozen or so, slightly drunk, and wholly distracted. No one's going to notice a few more gifts under the tree." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Only you would plan a heist this stupid, Molly." Molly flashed him a confident smile. "That's why they call me the Princess of Perpetual Chaos."