Molly pored over the schematics of the birthday party venue, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Bill, her partner in crime, lounged on the couch behind her, flipping through a catalog of novelty clown noses. "You think these would be a good distraction?" he called out, holding up a particularly bright red nose. Molly shot him a withering look. "We're not here to get laughs, Bill. We're here to get loot." She tapped the blueprints. "The presents will be stored in this room. We just need to create a diversion and get the piñata to drop its cargo." "I've got it," Bill said, snapping his fingers. "We'll rig the bouncy castle to blow its seams. The kids will be too busy screaming to notice us making off with the goodies." Molly's face lit up with a wicked grin. "That's perfect. And with the noise of the party, we can slip in and out undetected. We'll be like ghosts in party hats." Bill stood up, brushing the creases from his pants. "Time to get this party started, then. Let's go make some birthday wishes come true... for us, at least."