Molly stared at the remarkably detailed blueprint of the party venue, her brows furrowed in concentration. "Alright Bill, listen up. We've got to be stealthy as hell to pull this off. No screaming kids, no meddling parents, just tons of presents." She traced a finger along the intricately drawn floor plan. Bill chewed on his thumbnail, eyes glued to the blueprint. "So we're talking a smash and grab, then? No flashy entrances or elaborate distractions?" Molly scoffed, smacking Bill's hand away from his mouth. "Buddy, this ain't no blockbuster heist. It's a room full of six-year-olds. We're gonna slip in, empty those goddamn gift bags, and get the hell outta there before anyone even realizes we were there."