Molly squinted at the security footage on her lap, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Alright, let me get this straight. The party's at the Big Bouncy Castle, right? There's going to be a bunch of screaming kids, a guy in a Spider-Man costume, and, of course, the pièce de résistance: the presents." Bill, lounging on the couch behind her, let out a lazy whistle. "Sounds like a regular playground of opportunities." Molly shot him a look. "This is serious, Bill. We're not just breaking into a house, we're infiltrating a sugar-fueled nightmare." "Ooh, I love a good challenge," Bill said, sitting up straight. Molly scowled. "Just focus. So, the party's at 2 pm. We need to be in and out before the parents start digging through their kids' lice-ridden heads." Bill chuckled. "You're such a cynic. Kids are always happy to receive gifts. It's like the universe's way of saying, 'Hey, you exist, and we're going to give you a bunch of unnecessary junk!'" Molly rolled her eyes. "That's not the point. The point is the presents. And I need to know where they'll be. Are they under the tree, or will the kids be running around with them like they're the latest iPhone?" "I've been scouting," Bill said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "The presents are on a table near the bounce house. It's like a treasure trove just waiting to be plundered." Molly's eyes lit up. "That's perfect! We can create a diversion and hit the presents during the chaos." "Exactly," Bill said, nodding enthusiastically. "And, to add an element of excitement, I've got a Spider-Man cosplayer friend who's willing to provide us with some cover." Molly arched an eyebrow. "Your Spidey friend, eh? What's the plan with him?" "He'll spin a web of distraction," Bill said, chuckling at his own joke. "We'll slip in while the kids and parents are busy trying to escape the bouncing mania. By the time they notice anything's amiss, we'll be long gone with the loot." Molly raised her hand, a mock-seal to the plan. "I'm in. Let's make this the greatest present heist of all time." Bill slapped her hand, a wide grin plastered on his face. "Now, let's get down to the nitty-gritty. Our cut of the action is going to be immense. I say we allocate 60% of the booty to us, 20% to our Spider-friend, and the remaining 20% for drinks on the off chance we pull off a mastermind escape." Molly calculated the numbers on her fingers before holding up her hand for a high-five. "Deal!" Bill clapped her palm. "Now, let's start getting ready. I've got my Spidey-suit cleaned and pressed, and I've been practicing my web-slinging skills in the backyard." "You're insane," Molly said, grinning. "Only slightly," Bill replied, shrugging. "After all, why should we steal from banks when we can swipe some spoiled kids' birthday presents?"