"Listen, Bill, this isn't some museum heist with lasers and pressure plates," Molly said, tapping a finger against the blueprint of the suburban home spread out on the kitchen table. "This is a goddamn kindergarten birthday party. We're talking juice boxes, half-inflated balloons, and the faint scent of questionable finger paints." Bill, hunched over a bowl of cereal, barely looked up. "Don't underestimate the power of fear, Molly. Think about it: a room full of sugar-crazed five-year-olds. We'll be like ninjas in a land of naptime." "Ninjas who have to dodge plastic swords and glitter-covered rockets," Molly countered, tracing a line on the blueprint. "And what about the parents? They'll be too busy snapping blurry photos of their offspring to notice a couple of seasoned professionals absconding with the loot." "They'll be too busy cooing over their precious little angels," Bill said with a smirk. "Besides, we'll have the element of surprise. They'll be so shocked, they'll probably just assume it was a rogue clown." "That's ridiculous," Molly scoffed. "There's no rogue clown contingent in our immediate vicinity, Bill." "Just saying, it's a good cover story. Now, about the plan. You think we should go in through the back door? Easier access to the present mountain, plus less chance of encountering the birthday boy, a miniature tyrant with a penchant for throwing tantrums." "The front door is more dramatic," Molly said, her eyes gleaming. "Think of the entrance. We could burst in, yelling 'Surprise!,' but instead of singing, we snatch the presents and make our escape." Bill looked up, a slow grin spreading across his face. "You know, you might be onto something there. We'd have to work on our timing, of course. We can't have the birthday cake getting any frosting casualties." "And we definitely need costumes. Something festive, something intimidating. Maybe elf hats with a fake gun strapped to each one?" "Too obvious," Bill said, shaking his head. "We need something more... unexpected. What about giant, inflatable dinosaurs?" Molly threw her hands up in the air. "Bill, you're a genius!"