The neon lights of "Bubbles and Blooms" children's party venue cast a gaudy glow over the drizzly streets of suburban sprawl. Molly slid into the backseat of the van, her eyes locked on the schematics of the building's layout. Bill, already set up with a plate of soggy nacho cheese, grunted as he navigated the crowded parking lot. "Alright, here's the plan. We hit the lobby entrance at 3:47 PM, right as the parents are distracted by the piñata." Molly's voice was calm, her focus solely on the blueprints. "Easy peasy," Bill mumbled with a mouthful of cheese. "And then we—" "We make our way to the east wing, where the presents are stashed in a giant cardboard box labeled 'Sensitive Materials'." Molly shot him a look. "You really think they'd put something that valuable in a box with those specific words, Bill?" He shrugged, the cheese slipping down his chin. "Hey, maybe they're trying to throw us off their trail." Molly raised an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure that's the plot of every kid's birthday party movie." In the distance, a group of rowdy partygoers hurtled toward the exit, their sugar highs threatening to shatter glass. "Right on schedule," Molly muttered, "Time to get to work."