"We got this, Molly," Bill whispered, nodding towards the beaded curtain dividing them from their target. "Hot dogs, cake, and live musical entertainment is sure to distract them well." Moll excitedly nodded, brimming with affirmation. "It's a multi-tiered birthday celebration, Bill! We've got access to five separate chambers. If we split up, we can significantly reduce the time and risk involved." "A birthday party has a president, right?" Bill chuckled. "These people are the heroes of the world, but if president is out of the game, no one can stop us from honoring our thievery." Together they crept towards the room beyond the curtain. Moll watched with satisfaction as Bill snuck up to where the gift table was. He scanned the room, making a clinical note of the presents he started to collect. Moll, meanwhile, watched the main part of the room with admiration. Each chamber held its own level of entertainment with an overarching theme of cheer. As the music intensified and the cheering took over the room, their plan rested on a razor-thin balance between triumph and disastrous failure. They knew only one step and a shared breath could ensure their success, or send them crashing through the thick rug of society's expectations.