"Alright, Molly, we've got the layout of the venue. The party's at the Community Center, second floor. Easy in and out," Bill said, studying the blueprints. "Yeah, yeah, I've got it. But what's the plan for getting past the bouncers? I mean, the parents," Molly asked, licking her fingers as she flipped through the pages. "We'll blend in. I've got a kid's costume that's perfect. We'll be just another couple with a sugar-high toddler." Molly raised an eyebrow. "A kid's costume? What kind of costume?" "A miniature superhero cape. I'll be the 'cool dad' type." Molly chuckled. "You'll be the ridiculed dad type. Alright, what's the signal to start grabbing the presents?" "You'll know it when you hear it. I'll be the one shouting 'Pin the tail on the donkey!' at the top of my lungs. That's when we make our move." "Brilliant. What's the escape plan?" "We'll use the ball pit as cover. Who's going to suspect a thing with a bunch of screaming kids and a giant inflatable dragon?" Molly nodded. "I like it. We'll be the sneakiest thieves this side of the juice box." "Don't get too excited, we still have to deal with the aftermath of a room full of sugar-high kids." "Oh, don't worry. I've got earplugs and a strong stomach. Let's get this party started."