Molly looked at Bill, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "So, Bill, how do we go about this?" Bill pulled out a blueprint of the building that housed the children's party. "According to this, there's a back entrance that's barely secured. We can slip in undetected." Molly nodded, flipping through her own copy of the blueprint. "And we'll have to be extra quiet since the party's supposed to be going on upstairs." "Yeah, and we'll have to deal with the other guests who might come down for snacks or to use the bathroom," added Bill. "Well," said Molly, grinning, "I have an idea for that." She reached into her bag and pulled out a stack of fake invitations. "We'll hand these out to anyone who asks and blend in as partygoers." Bill chuckled. "Slick." They both glanced at their watches. It was getting late, the party was winding down. They grabbed their bags, ready to make their move. Molly mimicked a yawn. "I wonder what those kiddos are up to right about now..." she said, her voice filled with anticipation.