Molly and Bill huddled over the schematics of the children's party venue, a gaudy, inflatable castle in the midst of a suburban backyard. Bill, a master of disguise, was already dressed in a bright orange wig and a "Party Pro" t-shirt. "Alright, here's the plan," Bill said, his eyes scanning the layout. "We go in through the bounce house, avoid the piñata-filled death trap, and make a beeline for the present pile." Molly nodded, her eyes fixed on the treasure. "And how do we get past the parental units?" Bill grinned. "That's the beauty of it. We're not going to sneak past them. We're going to blend in." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You mean, we're going to party with the parents?" Bill nodded. "Think about it. We're the life of the party. We're the ones bringing the excitement, the energy. They'll never suspect a thing." Molly chuckled. "You're a genius, Bill. But what if we get caught?" Bill shrugged. "We'll just say we're Method actors researching a new role. 'I'm a gift thief, hear me roar!'" Molly giggled. "You're going to get us killed." Bill winked. "That's the best part of the plan."