"What's the play, Bill?" Molly asked, studying the blueprints of the community center. "We go in through the vents, drop down into the party room, and grab the presents," Bill replied, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's like a reverse Santa Claus." "Genius, pure genius. But what's the plan for the kids? We can't just traumatize a bunch of five-year-olds." "Leave that to me. I've got a ace up my sleeve. Or rather, in my toolbox." Molly raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" "A Nerf gun loaded with anesthetic darts. We'll put them to sleep in seconds, and they'll wake up thinking it was just a really boring party." Molly chuckled. "You're a menace, Bill. I love it." "I'm a professional, Molly. I do what it takes to get the job done. And in this case, it's getting our hands on all that sweet, sweet birthday booty." Molly grinned. "I'm in. When do we start?" "How about next Saturday at 2pm? That's when the party starts, and our festivities will begin." Molly nodded. "I'll bring the snacks. You bring the darts. Let's get this party started."