Molly and Bill huddled over a worn map of the party venue, their eyes scanning the layout of the kiddie playland like generals planning a siege. The air was thick with the smell of stale coffee and yesterday's pizza, a testament to the gravity of their operation. "We need to hit the gift table before the cake-cutting ceremony," Molly said, her voice low and urgent. "Those kids will be distracted by the sugar rush, and the adults will be too busy wiping up spills to notice us." Bill nodded, his eyes darting between the map and the fake mustache he was gluing to his upper lip. "I'll create a diversion near the ball pit. You grab the presents and meet me at the exit." Molly's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I'll be the one making off with the loot. Just make sure to distract the clown on duty. I don't want any water-balloon-related surprises." Bill chuckled, his mustache now securely in place. "I'll handle the clown. Just get in, grab the goods, and get out. We don't want to get caught in a Pinata-fueled frenzy." Molly grinned, tucking a stray hair beneath her own disguise, a curly brown wig. "This is going to be a birthday to remember."