Molly pored over the blueprints of the community center, her eyes scanning the layout for any sign of weakness. "I've got it," she said, tapping her finger on the schematic. "We can get in through the ventilation shaft in the east wing. It's the least guarded entrance and it'll give us access to the party room." Bill leaned over her shoulder, his eyes squinting as he took in the diagram. "And how do you plan on getting past the birthday boy's army of sugar-fueled minions?" he asked, a sly grin spreading across his face. Molly smiled sweetly. "Leave that to me. I've got a plan to distract the kids while you work on the presents. We can use the bounce house to our advantage." Bill snorted. "You mean the bounce house of doom? That thing is a lawsuit waiting to happen. I'm surprised the parents haven't been sued yet." Molly chuckled. "That's what makes it the perfect diversion. The kids will be too busy bouncing off the walls to notice us making off with their loot. And the noise will mask any sound we make." Bill whistled low in his throat. "You're a genius, Molly. Or completely insane. I'm not sure which." Molly winked at him. "A little bit of both, I like to think. Now, let's get down to the nitty-gritty. We'll need to move fast, in and out in under ten minutes. We don't want to risk the parents getting suspicious." Bill nodded, a look of focus crossing his face. "I'll take care of the presents. You handle the distraction. We meet back at the ventilation shaft in eight minutes, ready to make our exit." Molly grinned, a thrill of excitement running through her veins. "And then we'll be the ones with the loot, and the parents will be left dealing with a room full of sugar-high children and no presents to speak of." Bill laughed, a low, throaty sound. "I love the way you think, Molly. Let's do this." Together, they pored over the blueprints, making last-minute adjustments to their plan. They knew it wouldn't be an easy heist, but they were professionals, and they were determined to come out on top. As they finished up, Molly glanced at her watch. "Time to get moving. We've got a party to crash." Bill grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "And a whole lot of presents to steal." With a final check of their gear, they slipped out of the planning room, ready to put their plan into action.