Molly pored over the blueprint of the community center, her eyes scanning for the optimal entry point. Bill lounged on the couch behind her, snacking on a bag of potato chips. "Alright, I think I found our way in," Molly said, tracing the outline of a ventilation shaft with her finger. "Which one?" Bill asked, crumbs spilling from his mouth. "The one above the ball pit. We can drop down and sneak past the balloon animal guy." Bill snorted. "You really think a guy twisting balloons into dog shapes is going to be a problem?" "You'd be surprised what people notice when they're surrounded by screaming children and mediocre pizza," Molly replied dryly. "Besides, I've got a plan to distract him." "Do tell," Bill said, intrigued. "I'll just request a really complicated balloon animal. Like, a giraffe or something. While he's busy, you can sneak past and start snagging presents." Bill chuckled. "You're a genius, Molly. But we have to be quick. Those kids are going to rip into those gifts like a swarm of locusts." "Leave that to me," Molly said with a grin. "I've been practicing my speedy gift-wrapping skills."