"Okay, Bill, here's the deal. The party starts at noon, but the parents usually leave around 11:30," Molly said, scrolling through her phone. "So, we go in just before they leave, right?" Bill asked, adjusting his glasses. "Exactly. We'll blend in with the last-minute drop-offs," Molly explained, giving him a sly smile. "Blend in? I stick out like a sore thumb at these things," Bill grumbled. "Trust me, you'll be fine. Wear a hat and keep your mouth shut," Molly said, giggling. "Great. So, what's the plan once we're inside?" Bill asked, nodding towards the stash of presents he could see through the window. "Simple. We grab everything and make a run for it," Molly said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Grab everything? There must be fifty presents in there," Bill said, panic creeping into his voice. "Don't worry, I got this," Molly said, pulling out a large duffel bag from her backpack. "You brought a bag? Molly, this is a children's party, not a bank heist," Bill hissed. "Chill, Bill. I've got it under control," she said, flashing him a reassuring smile. "Besides, who doesn't love a good party crasher?"