Molly adjusted her oversized glasses, scanning the schematics Bill had laid out on the rickety table. "So," she said, tapping her finger on a large X that marked the entrance, "this is where we go in?" Bill nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Right through the bouncy castle. It's the perfect distraction." She chuckled, a low, amused sound. "A bouncy castle. You've got to be kidding me." He grinned. "It's a children's party, Molly. They won't suspect a thing. Plus, it's bouncy. How can you not love that?" She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. "Alright, fine. But what's the plan once we're inside?" "Simple. We blend in. You'll be the distracted aunt, and I'll be the fun uncle who’s just there for the cake." Molly raised an eyebrow. "I don't know, Bill. I've never been good with kids." He waved a dismissive hand. "You won't have to be. They'll be too busy with the clown and the balloon animals. We just need to find the presents and get out. Piece of cake." "Right," she said, still skeptical. "And where exactly are these presents?" Bill pointed to a corner of the schematics. "Here, in the gift room. It's right next to the bouncy castle. We sneak in, grab everything, and slip out before anyone notices." Molly studied the layout, her brow furrowing. "That sounds too easy. What if there's security?" Bill dismissed her concern with a laugh. "Security at a children's party? Come on, Molly. It's a cakewalk." She sighed. "Famous last words." Bill clapped his hands together. "Exactly. Now, let's go over the details one more time. We move at exactly 3 PM. That's when they'll be serving the cake, and everyone will be distracted." Molly nodded. "Right, 3 PM. What then?" "We head straight for the gift room. Avoid the clown—he's suspicious of everyone." She laughed. "Noted. Anything else?" "Just one more thing," Bill said, his expression turning serious. "Don't touch the punch. I heard it's spiked." She blinked, momentarily thrown. "Spiked? At a children's party?" "Hey, you never know. Better safe than sorry." Molly shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. "You're paranoid." He shrugged, unapologetic. "Better paranoid than caught." "Fair enough," she conceded. "So, we're all set then?" "Almost," Bill replied. "Just one last thing." She raised an eyebrow, curious. "What's that?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of party hats. "Disguises." She burst into laughter, the serious atmosphere breaking instantly. "You've got to be kidding me." "Hey," he protested, placing one of the hats on her head, "it's all about blending in. Besides, it'll be fun." Molly adjusted the hat, the absurdity of the situation hitting her full force. "Fun. Right. And here I was worried about getting caught." Bill placed his hat on his head, striking a dramatic pose. "Don't worry. With these babies, we're practically invisible." She shook her head, still laughing. "Alright, Bill. Let's do this." "That's the spirit," he said, his enthusiasm infectious. "Let's go crash a party." She nodded, taking a deep breath. "And steal all the presents." "Exactly," Bill agreed, his grin widening. "And steal all the presents." They moved towards the entrance, both wearing ridiculous party hats and sharing a look of determination mixed with amusement. As they approached the bouncy castle, Molly turned to Bill one last time. "This better be worth it." "Trust me," he said, winking, "it will be." They stepped into the chaos of the children's party, ready to execute their absurdly perfect plan.