"I'm telling you, Bill, this is the big one," Molly said, studying the blueprints of Pinewood Party Palace. "The big one for us, or the big one for the parents?" Bill raised an eyebrow, sipping on a large coffee. "All of the chocolate cake," Molly replied, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Okay, that's a priority then," Bill nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "So, they've got the catering covered. Birthday boy's parents are slightly tipsy and distracted," Molly recapped. "And we spend the first hour sneaking around the castle while they're distracted," Bill filled in. "Yes, and by the castle, I mean the slightly larger-than-average leisure center," Molly corrected. "You know, I've been thinking, we should make it interesting," Bill said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Like what?" Molly asked, leaning in. "If we can steal five or more presents, the winner gets to wear a superhero cape to the next heist," Bill proposed. "I'm in," Molly exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "And if we get caught?" Bill asked, already knowing the answer. "Lance from security is a friend of mine. He'll get us out, but only after he's promised to keep our secret for at least a year," Molly said, winking. "On you, Lance will do anything for a six-pack," Bill chuckled. "Great. We're set. Now let's plan our exit strategy," Molly said, unfurling a map of the complex. "We'll make separate entrances and meet up at the 'diaper-changing station' after we've both heisted at least three presents," Bill explained. "And when we meet up, you've got to wear that ugly snorkeling costume," Molly commanded. "What's the story with the snorkeling costume?" Bill inquired. "Lance owes me one," Molly replied, smirk spreading across her face. "Fine, fine. I'll wear it. But if I trip and land on the cake, this is all over," Bill grumbled. "I'll owe you one then," Molly joked, chuckling. "Give me ten minutes, then we're in," Bill said, giving Molly a playful once-over. "After we're in, we've got a narrow window to hit 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey'. If we can get all the party favors in an hour and forty-five minutes, the rest is child's play," Molly announced. "Alright, prediction time! Twenty-eight presents in forty-seven minutes. Piece of cake," Bill boasted. "Oh, you're on then," Molly grinned. "Losers buy the birthday party leftovers. Game on."