"Okay, Bill, I've got the layout of the party venue memorized. We've got a bouncy castle in the corner, a ball pit in the other, and a pinata shaped like a giant cat hanging from the ceiling," Molly said, unfolding a crude map on the kitchen table. Bill poured himself a cup of coffee, his eyes fixed on the drawing. "And where's the presents?" "Ah, the loot. The presents are scheduled to be placed on a table near the buffet, right next to the 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey' game." Bill whistled. "That's a lot of sugar-fueled chaos. I love it. How many kids are we talking about?" "According to the invitation, it's a private party for twenty-five five-year-olds. We're looking at a haul of at least fifty gifts, easy." Bill rubbed his hands together. "And what's the plan, my friend? Are we going in disguised as clowns?" Molly shook her head. "Too obvious. We're going as...party coordinators. We'll blend in with the other adults, grab the presents, and make our exit during the cake and ice cream festivities." Bill snorted. "You know, for a master thief, you're surprisingly optimistic about getting cake and ice cream." Molly shot him a withering look. "It's all about the details, Bill. Now, let's go over the timing. We hit the party at 2:45, just as the kids are getting into the bouncy castle. We mingle, scope out the presents, and by 3:15, we're making our move." "And what about the parents?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow. "Leave them to me. I've got a few...distractions planned," Molly said with a sly grin. Bill's eyes lit up. "Oh, this is going to be good. What've you got up your sleeve?" Molly leaned in, a conspiratorial whisper escaping her lips. "I've rigged a few party blowers to go off simultaneously, and I've programmed the playlist to switch to the chicken dance. Trust me, the adults will be too busy embarrassing themselves to notice us slipping out with the loot." Bill chuckled, a low, menacing sound. "You know, sometimes I forget how twisted you are, Molly." "Hey, that's why they call me the greatest thief the world has ever known," Molly said, winking at him. Bill shook his head, a slow smile spreading across his face. "No, it's because you're a master of chaos, and I'm just along for the ride." "Alright, alright. Let's get to work. We've got a party to crash," Molly said, folding up the map and tucking it into her back pocket. Bill stood up, his eyes locked on hers. "You know, for a children's party heist, this might just be the most fun I've had all year." Molly smirked. "That's what I'm counting on, Bill. Now let's go steal some presents."