Molly slid the blueprints across the kitchen table, her eyes meeting Bill's as he scribbled notes in the margins. "So, we're going in through the east wing, sneak past the bouncy castle, and make a beeline for the dessert table." Bill snorted. "You really think they'll just leave the presents unguarded?" "Of course not, genius," Molly said, a hint of irritation in her voice. "That's why we have the plan. Trust me, I've done my research. The owners are more worried about the adult drinks being empty than 20 pounds of brand-new dolls." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And you know this is going to be a walk in the park, then?" Molly nodded. "Easy streets, smooth sail. After that, we're sailing. Now, what's the plan for dealing with the cake?" Bill smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "That's where things get interesting. I've been watching the host dad's beer-drinking technique. I think I can mimic it to get us a few extra sweets."