Molly tapped her pencil against a picture of a brightly decorated bouncy house, studying the children sprawled inside with the intense gaze of a hawk eyeing a field mouse. "This is going to be a cakewalk, Bill. Look at them, they're drowning in sugar highs and aren't even aware of their surroundings. It’s like a buffet of easy pickings." Bill, his face half-hidden in a towering stack of spreadsheets detailing the entire party logistics, shifted a mountain of paper with a sigh. "Cakewalk, huh? You're forgetting security. Mrs. Jenkins hired three former Navy SEALs to supervise the gift dumping zone," he murmured, eyes still glued to his data. "Ease up, Bill. Three groggy ex-soldiers with a kid's birthday party soundtrack assaulting their eardrums? Cheesecake Crusaders ride again." Molly flicked her finger at the entrance of the party, pointing at a sprawling oak tree providing perfect cover for their approach. "We shimmy up that bad boy, grab the gifts, and be out before Mrs. Jenkins realizes her precious picture-book unicorn is missing." She grinned, already picturing the loot. Shiny new bikes, stacks of board games, a mountain of plush toys – maybe even a life-size cardboard cutout of Candace Gamer-Princess 3000.