The sun beat down on the rundown storefront as Molly and Bill pored over the layout of the party. "Okay, so the cake is in front, the bounce house is in back, and the presents are on the tables," Molly said, her eyes scanning the diagram. "Right, and the party's for eight-year-olds, so we're talkin' stuffed animals, scooters, and a lot of potential for awkward social interactions," Bill observed. Molly winced. "Don't even get me started. I've got a personal vendetta against Hannah Montana music." Bill chuckled. "Well, at the very least, everyone's parents are gonna be distracted by the open bar. We just need to make like ninjas and get in, grab the loot, and get out before the piñata starts." "Sounds like a solid plan. What's the security like?" Bill shrugged. "Nah, it's just the venue owner, Rodrigo. Guy's so laid back, he thinks security is just a suggestion. I'm pretty sure he's offering a discount to anyone who shows up late and refuses to leave." Molly grinned. "In that case, we're like ninjas with a guarantee."