Molly tapped a pencil against her cheek, squinting at the blueprint spread across the table. It depicted, with alarming detail, the layout of Mrs. Periwinkle's sprawling garden and the intricate system of inflatable castles, candy floss stations, and bouncy houses that seemed designed to trip up even the most nimble thief. "Looks like their security detail is two toddlers and a man juggling lemons," Bill snorted, his voice a gravelly rumble. "Cake thief extraordinaire, this Periwinkle fellow." He gestured to the diagram. "But check out the angle to the main house. Right through that giant inflatable dinosaur. We could use some spray on stilts to get us in position." Molly grinned, her eyes twinkling. “Perfect. And the air conditioning units? They've got to have some decent ductwork. We can shimmy in through there, grab the gifts, and slide back out before anyone even realizes we're missing.” Bill reached for a chocolate chip cookie from the stack beside his notepad. “Right, and then we can retire to a beach somewhere, building sandcastles with all the stolen Barbie dolls.”