Molly adjusted her fake mustache, making sure the mirror reflected her best attempt at a sneer. "Alright, Bill, I've got everything we'll need. The fake ID's, the toy guns, the list of desired treasures. What's the plan?" Bill held up a brightly colored map of the party venue, annotated with illegible doodles of party games. "According to this, we need to get into the guest room, swap out the snacks, and escape through the bookshelf. Simple enough, right?" Molly nodded, checking her watch for what felt like the hundredth time. She had memorized the layout of the room, of course. And the security cameras. "Excellent. Now, I'll get the snacks. You take care of the door." Bill's eyes lit up. "And I'll make sure we don't get caught. I've got a great story about that one mom, the one who thought her goldfish watched TV." Molly raised an eyebrow, amused. "Yeah, you're a regular comedian, Bill."