Molly crouched in front of a dusty old map of the suburbs, a coffee-stained highlighter clutched in her hand. Bill hovered above her, a cigarette dangling from his lip. "Okay, so the party's scheduled for two PM. Parents will be busy pinning the tail on the donkey, kids will be distracted by the piñata. We slip in through the kitchen window, grab as many gifts as we can carry, and get out before the cake is served." "Sounds like a solid plan," Bill said, exhaling a plume of smoke. "But what about the bouncy castle?" Molly asked, pointing at the map. "That's a definite pain to navigate." "Meh, it's just a bouncy castle. We can bounce around it." "Bouncing into the host's prized collection of antique teapots? No thanks." "Fine, we'll just have to make sure no one's in it when we make our move." "You're sweating, Bill," Molly said, holding out her hand for the cigarette. "Right, focus," Bill muttered, shoving the cigarette back into his mouth. "Okay, last thing to discuss. What's our exit strategy?" "You're thinking we're going to get caught and have to make a break for it?" Bill snorted. "Not on your life." "Fair enough. But just in case, I'm memorizing the nearest sewer entrance." Bill raised an eyebrow. "The sewer?" Molly shrugged. "Hey, we've watched our fair share of movies, Bill. It's a classic escape plan."