"All right, Bill, listen up. This is our ticket to easy street," Molly said, eyes glinting with mischief as she spread out the blueprint on the rickety kitchen table. "This posh kids' party is a goldmine." Bill squinted at the blueprints, scratching his balding head. "Posh, huh? Means more security, Moll. Cameras, alarms, the whole shebang." "Exactly," Molly purred, relishing the challenge. "Which means they'll be lax on the human element. These uppity types, they think technology's got it all covered. We'll be in and out before they know what hit 'em." Bill snorted. "And how we gonna get past the bouncy castle and the face-painting clown, eh? They'll spot us a mile off." Molly winked. "Leave that to me. I got a little... costume in mind. We blend right in, they won't even see us coming." Bill raised a skeptical eyebrow. "You mean... like... a clown costume?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Godd essence, Bill. Not a clown. Something… subtler. A little more... 'fun parent.'" She rifled through a drawer, producing a blonde wig and a pair of oversized sunglasses. Bill groaned, but a twinkle of mischief sparked in his eyes. "You want to be a… soccer mom?" Molly struck a pose, twirling the wig. "Sexy soccer mom, Bill. Think of it as method acting. We get in character, we get the goods." Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "You're nuts, Moll. But you always did have the best ideas." Molly grinned. "That's why you love me, Bill. Now, here's the plan. We hit the party at noon sharp, when the little darlings are stuffing their faces with cake. Everyone'll be distracted." Bill nodded, warming to the idea. "And what about the presents? You think they'll just be lying around?" Molly shook her head. "No, they'll be stashed somewhere safe. Probably in the coat closet, or a back room. We'll have to do a bit of snooping." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Snooping, huh? You planning on using your feminine wiles on the host?" Molly smirked. "If I have to. A little distraction here, a little... persuasion there. We'll get what we came for." Bill snickered. "You always did have a way with words, Moll." Molly patted him on the back. "Just remember, Bill, this is a piece of cake. We're professionals. We got this." Bill straightened, a determined look on his face. "Piece of cake." Molly smiled, a dangerous gleam in her eye. "Let's go get ourselves some presents."