Molly leaned over the crinkled map spread across the rickety table, tracing her index finger along the perimeter of the backyard. "Okay, so there's a piñata situation. We need to time our entrance just right, when the kids are distracted by swinging sticks at a donkey-shaped candy holder." Bill sipped his lukewarm tea, eyeing the map. "What about the bouncy castle? I heard they've got some serious security on those things these days." Molly rolled her eyes. "Please, Bill, it's not Fort Knox. We slip in during the musical chairs, grab the gifts, and we're out before they even start the cake." "But what if there's a clown?" Bill asked, his voice trembling. "I've got a phobia, remember?" Molly sighed. "Fine, we'll wear disguises. I'll be the extra clown, and you can be the balloon artist who never seems to twist the giraffe right." Bill nodded, looking slightly relieved. "Right, and while they're all watching the magician pull rabbits out of his hat, we swoop in and grab the loot." "Just make sure you bring the van," Molly said, folding the map. "I'd hate to have to cart all those presents away on the bus."