"Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly said, her eyes scanning the checklist on her clipboard. Bill craned his neck, peering over her shoulder. "Where are we getting in?" "That's the party, in the living room. The kids' parents are all upstairs, busy blowing up the balloons. I've timed it out to be 5 minutes till the chaos dies down and most people will be distracted by the cake." Bill nodded, his blond hair sticking up in every direction. "I'll slip in the kitchen through the back door. You follow me from the living room." Molly led the way, dodging through the cluttered hallway with ease, her footsteps quiet on the carpet. "Don't dawdle, Bill, we need to move fast. The less we make noise, the less attention we'll get." Bill nodded, matching her pace, his eyes darting back and forth as he fished his phone out of his pocket to check the GPS. "What's the plan with the doll house?" Bill asked, his hand absently adjusting his pair of novelty police officer gloves. "Nobody suspects anything," Molly said, her voice grim. "I've bribed the party hostess, Mrs. Thompson, with a fake plate of her famous 'Magic Cookie Monster Muffins'. They'll dig the doll house into my goodness, and I get all the presents I can carry." Bill whistled softly, impressed. "You're a regular B-list actress, Molly." Molly snorted. "Somebody has to do it. Besides, the rent is due soon and I need to make some money." Bill nodded, his eyes still scanning the room. "I trust Mrs. Thompson this time, then. But what about the parents?" Molly grinned mischievously. "I've set my traps. She'll be too busy singing along to the kids' antics to raise the alarm." The door to the living room creaked open, and Molly stepped back into view, her hand resting on the phone. "Alright, Bill, here comes the chaos. Time to put our move into action."