Molly gazed out at the mansion's backyard, her eyes fixed on the colorful balloon arch and the banner emblazoned with "Happy Birthday Timmy!" Bill handed her a folder filled with schematics and photographs of the house's interior. "Okay, this is our best guess," Bill said, unfolding a large blueprint on the hood of the getaway car. "The party's in full swing, but we need to move in under their radar. Here's where the presents are stored." Molly's eyes scanned the blueprint, her brow furrowed in concentration. "You got the alarm system in here. We should be able to disable it with the bug I provided." "Right, the earpiece should give us real-time feedback. Just touch the sensors and they'll think it's a kid playing with their toys." "Presents are in a room with two floors of mirrors on it. If we time it just right, we can swing in with the sprinklers turned on, and they'll all be too distracted to notice us." Bill grinned. "I love your plan, but have you thought about the toddlers? Some of them have dad-drenched diapers, and trust me, that's the same sound as machinery buzzing through metal detectors." Molly snorted. "Well, we'll just have to get over our squeamish parts of the job. That's the beauty of a good bribe: 'Keep an eye out for fidgeters while we snag the swag, and I'll make sure the piñata gets fluffed while we escape'."