Molly leaned over the map spread out on Bill's kitchen table, tracing the route to the birthday party with a manicured finger. The house, surrounded by a low hedge, seemed like any other suburban retreat. But to Molly and Bill, it was a gold mine of wrapped packages and squealing children. "Okay, so we arrive at exactly three-fifteen, blend in with the other parents, and then you create a distraction," Molly said, her eyes darting between the map and Bill's skeptical expression. Bill, sprawled in his chair, ran a hand through his thinning hair. "A distraction? What kind of distraction?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Think about it, Bill. You're good with kids. Get them all excited about something, and I’ll slip into the present pile and start stuffing the bigger ones into my bag." Bill shook his head, chuckling. "You do realize this is a children's party, right? We're not exactly breaking into Fort Knox here." "Exactly. That's why it’s perfect. No one will expect it. The parents will be too busy chatting and the kids will be too distracted by you to notice me making off with their loot." Bill sighed, leaning back and folding his arms. "And what if someone catches you?" Molly smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. "If someone catches me, you create an even bigger distraction. I mean, you can juggle, right?" Bill’s eyes widened. "Juggle? I haven't juggled since college, and even then, it was just for a few minutes at a party." Molly rolled her eyes. "Well, time to dust off those skills. Think you can manage a few minutes of juggling to keep the kids entertained?" Bill groaned, but there was a glint in his eye that suggested he was warming up to the idea. "I suppose I can try. But what about the parents? They might get suspicious." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Parents at a kid's party? They’ll be too busy ogling each other or talking about their latest diets. Trust me, they won’t notice a thing." Bill still looked unsure. "And how are we going to get out of there without attracting attention?" "Simple. We leave a little early, say we have another commitment. You can even offer to help clean up a bit to make it look less suspicious." Bill nodded slowly, his mind racing with the possibilities. "Alright, I’m in. But if this goes south and we end up in jail, I’m blaming you." Molly laughed, her excitement palpable. "Deal. Now, let’s go over the details one more time. You arrive at three, I’ll be right behind you. We’ll act natural, chat with the other parents, and then you start your little show at three-thirty." Bill nodded, his confidence growing. "Got it. Three-thirty, I start the show. You slip in and start collecting the goods." "Exactly. And remember, keep it light and fun. You’re the entertainment, Bill. Make them want to stick around." Bill grinned, standing up and stretching. "I can do that. I’ll be the life of the party." Molly clapped her hands together. "Perfect. Now, let’s get some practice in. We can’t afford any slip-ups." Bill’s grin widened as he grabbed a few kitchen utensils and began tossing them in the air. "I think we’re going to have a lot of fun with this." Molly watched him, a sense of anticipation building. "You bet we are, Bill. You bet we are."