Molly smoothed out the blueprints on the makeshift table, her eyes scanning the dimensions of the party venue. Bill, lounging against the wall, crumpled up a bag of chips as he watched her. "So, what's the play?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of skepticism. "We get in through the ventilation, sneak past the bounce house, and grab the presents from the designated gift tables. Easy peasy," Molly replied, her eyes sparkling with confidence. Bill snorted. "Easy peasy? You're planning to rob a room full of sugar-high kindergarteners. Where's your contingency plan for when we get caught in a sea of cotton candy and glitter?" Molly shot him a withering look. "Besides the tranquilizers for the ninja-kid squad, I've also got a plan for when we need to make a quick exit. We're taking Mom's minivan." Bill's eyebrows shot up. "Mom's minivan? You mean the one with the dented fender and the 'World's Okayest Golfer' bumper sticker?" Molly nodded, a grin spreading across her face. "The very same. It's the perfect getaway car. No one will suspect us at all."