Molly poured over the schematics of the children's party venue, a sprawling events space decorated with balloons and streamers. Bill lounged on the couch, munching on a bag of potato chips. "Alright, so we've got the layout," Molly said, "now we need to figure out the best way in." "I'm thinking the cookie decorating station," Bill replied, crumbs falling from his lips. "Those kids are going to be distracted by all that sugar." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You think the parents will just leave the presents unguarded?" "Not just the presents, Molly. I'm talking about the entire 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey' prize table. It's like a treasure trove of sticky hands and snot-nosed kids." Molly chuckled. "You're a sick, sick man, Bill. I love it." Bill grinned. "Hey, someone's got to bring a little chaos to the world of children's birthday parties." Molly tapped the blueprints. "Okay, so we enter through the cookie station, make our way to the prize table, and then—" "—make our escape with a haul of sugary snacks and overpriced toys," Bill finished, his eyes sparkling with mischief.