Molly sipped her lukewarm coffee as she stared at the elaborate map of the children's party unfolding before her. Bill, seated beside her, scratched the underside of his chin as he studied the layout. "A cake, a bouncy castle, and six candy tables... this is going to be like stealing from a sugar-addled dream," Bill said, his eyes lightening with excitement. Molly snorted, a smile playing on her lips as she envisioned the look on the partygoers' faces when they discovered their gifts were gone. "First, we need to get past the entrance gates. That bouncy castle will be our best friend or worst enemy – depending on which bounce house we can hide behind." Bill's gaze drifted to the makeshift photo booth area. "What about the balloons? We could use those to our advantage. We'll pop the balloons, distract the parents, and swipe the presents." Molly raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the twist. "What makes you think the parents won't notice six hundred balloons popping all at once?" Bill leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Trust me, they'll be too busy trying to round up a three-year-old's scattered ice cream to notice a few thousand latex orbs exploding into confetti."