Molly unfolded the plan, tracing the layout of the birthday party with a slender finger. The inflatable bouncy castle dominated one end of the room, while a table groaning under the weight of sugary delights anchored the other. Bill's eyes darted back and forth, his mind calculating the optimal route to maximum plunder. "This is it, the mother lode," Bill whispered, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice. Molly's gaze flickered up to meet his. "Presents for an entire party. We'll be set for Christmas and birthdays for a year." As the hostess began to usher the first wave of hyperactive kids into the party, Molly and Bill exchanged a calculated glance. Their secret advantage lay in blending in seamlessly with the chaos. They donned ridiculous party hats and handed themselves name tags. 'Uncle' Bill and 'Aunt' Molly were ready to infiltrate. Their targets lay strewn across a long table near the back of the room, gleaming and taunting. Bill darted over to sniff out an escape route, Molly lingering behind to create a diversion. Tonight, it seemed, some people were going to go home from this birthday party very disappointed.