Molly unfolded the blueprint of the party venue, a kid's playland on the outskirts of town, and spread it out on the hood of the car. Bill leaned in, his eyes scanning the layout. "Okay, so we've got the bouncy castle, the ball pit, and the snack table. Where's the present stash?" "I'm telling you, it's going to be hidden behind the pinata," Molly said, tapping her finger on the diagram. "It's the only place that makes sense. The kids will be distracted by the sugar rush and the adults will be too busy drinking lukewarm beer to notice us." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You're basing this entire heist on your expert knowledge of children's party protocol?" Molly shrugged. "Hey, I've been to a few in my time. And I've got a guy on the inside, the birthday kid's uncle. He's getting us the blueprints and creating a diversion during the cake cutting ceremony." "What's the signal?" "He'll do an extra-long rendition of 'Happy Birthday' and we make our move." Bill whistled. "You're a genius, Molly. A diabolical genius."