Molly leaned back in her chair, a sly grin spreading across her face as she surveyed the layout of the party venue on the blueprints laid out before them. "Okay, here's the plan," Bill said, his eyes scanning the diagrams. "We hit the party at 3 PM, when all the kids are in the backyard getting their faces painted. The guests of honor are in their piñata-filled glory, completely oblivious to the heist unfolding mere feet away." Molly snorted. "This is going to be too easy. I mean, who needs actual security when you've got a bunch of sugared-up five-year-olds?" "Exactly! And with that many presents under the tree, we're talking serious cash in the bank," Bill replied, his eyes shining with excitement. Molly rubbed her hands together. "I'm talking new handbags, Bill. Designer, leather, the works." Bill cleared his throat. "Uh, let's focus. We need to get in, grab the loot, and get out without setting off the security cameras." "Oh, don't worry, I've got those disabled," Molly said, her voice dripping with confidence. "I've been practicing my 'I'm a bored aunt' face. Nobody suspects a thing." Bill chuckled. "You're a genius, Molly. I'm hanging you out as the face of the operation."