Molly scribbled on a cocktail napkin, her eyes fixed on the crude layout of the children's party venue. "Alright, so we sneak in through the 'Petting Zoo' entrance, avoid Mrs. Jenkins' watchful gaze by the bouncy castle, and then make a beeline for the gift table." Bill shook out a peanut from its shell and popped it into his mouth. "What about the balloons? They're blocking the view." Molly rolled her eyes. "We'll just create a diversion. Make like we're part of the piñata-breaking ceremony. Chaos, confetti – guaranteed to draw off the adults." Bill chuckled, crumbs spilling down his chin. "You know, for a professional cat burglar, you have a flair for the absurd." Molly smiled, teeth glinting in the fluorescent lighting. "Hey, someone's got to keep things light in this line of work." Bill snagged the cocktail napkin, scrutinizing the rough map. "And what's with all these exclamation points? You're not exactly selling me on the subtlety of this operation." Molly shrugged, snatching the napkin back. "Hey, when you're stealing presents from screaming six-year-olds, 'Stealthy Heist' is not exactly a viable alternative."