Molly squinted at the blueprint, tracing the route to the party room. "This ventilation shaft should lead us right above the gift table," she whispered, tapping the map. Bill adjusted his fedora, eyes narrowed. "You sure about this, Molly? Kid parties can get chaotic." "Exactly," Molly said with a grin. "Everyone’s so busy with the games and cake, nobody's gonna notice us slipping in and out." Bill sighed, running a hand through his unkempt hair. "I just don’t want any kid freaking out and screaming. Could blow our cover, you know?" "We'll be in and out before they even realize the presents are gone," she assured him, folding the blueprint. "Distraction’s all set – the giant inflatable clown should keep them occupied." Bill smirked. "That thing’s ridiculous. Kids will love it." Molly chuckled, checking her watch. "Time’s ticking. Let’s gear up and make this a birthday they’ll never forget." Bill nodded, shouldering his bag. "After you, partner." They slipped into the shadows, ready to execute their daring plan.