Molly traced a finger along the edge of the blueprint spread across the kitchen table. "So, we hit the party at exactly 7:30 PM. That's when the magician's rabbit decides it's had enough and bolts." Bill, his eyes squinting at the tiny print, nodded. "Right, and we slip in during the chaos. But what's our cover?" Molly grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "We're the 'Mystery Guests.' I've got us invites under that name. We show up, mingle, and then—" "—make off with the mountain of presents," Bill finished, a grin spreading across his face. "Genius. But how do we know the rabbit's going to bolt?" "Oh, trust me," Molly said, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "I've got a friend who owes me a favor. He's the one who's going to 'encourage' the rabbit." Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "You never cease to amaze me. But what about the parents? They're not going to just let us waltz out with their kids' gifts." Molly tapped her chin thoughtfully. "We'll need a distraction. Something big. Maybe a fake emergency call to the host? Something that gets everyone out of the room." Bill raised an eyebrow. "A fake emergency? That's pretty low, even for us." Molly shrugged. "It's either that or we dress up as clowns. Your call." Bill shuddered. "No clowns. Let's stick with the fake emergency. But who's going to make the call?" "I'll handle it," Molly said confidently. "I've got a voice changer. I'll sound like a very concerned neighbor." Bill leaned back in his chair, a look of admiration on his face. "You've thought of everything, haven't you?" Molly winked. "When you've been in the game as long as I have, you learn to cover all the bases." Bill drummed his fingers on the table. "Alright, so we have the rabbit, the fake emergency, and the Mystery Guests cover. Anything else we need to consider?" Molly paused, her expression turning serious. "Yeah, the getaway. We need to be out of there and in the clear before anyone realizes what's happened." Bill nodded. "I've got the van parked just around the corner. We load up fast and split. No dawdling." Molly stood up, stretching her arms above her head. "Perfect. Then it's all set. Tomorrow night, we become the most popular—and elusive—Mystery Guests of all time." Bill stood as well, a determined look in his eyes. "To the greatest heist of children's parties." Molly raised her hand for a high-five. "To never growing up." They slapped hands, a silent pact sealed in the dim light of the kitchen, ready to turn a children's party into the scene of their next big score.