Molly and Bill huddled in the cramped alleyway, sipping lukewarm coffee from styrofoam cups as they pored over the blueprints of the birthday boy's upscale residence. The anticipated haul was tantalizing: a treasure trove of cutting-edge toys, glittering jewelry, and – if they were lucky – a stray iPad or two. "I'm telling you, Bill, this is a genius plan," Molly whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she traced a finger along the layout of the party area. "We hit the gift table during the cake song. Chaos, confusion, and a diversion courtesy of sugar-fueled kiddos. We're in and out in three minutes, tops." Bill raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on the elaborate jungle-themed decorations depicted on the blueprint. "You really think a bunch of eight-year-olds are going to swallow the 'janitorial staff' disguise?" Molly winked. "I've got the uniform, the attitude, and a can of industrial-strength disinfectant spray. Trust me, we'll blend in like chameleons at a Legoland convention."