The two thieves sat in the cramped backseat of their nondescript van, poring over blueprints and schematics. Molly pointed to a small room marked "Supply Closet." "This is where they'll store the gifts," she said confidently. Bill peered at the diagram, his brow furrowed. "Are you sure? That looks like it's right next to the ball pit." Molly rolled her eyes. "That's the point, genius. They think the kids are too distracted by the giant inflatable slide and the costumed characters to notice anything. They won't suspect a thing until it's too late." Bill rubbed his stubble thoughtfully. "And the security guard?" "Leave that to me. I've been watching him for a week now. He's got a weakness for cake and a hatred of clowns. I've already planted a fake spider on his uniform." Bill whistled. "You really know how to get inside a man's head." Molly smirked. "It's a talent. Now, let's go over the plan one more time. We arrive at 3 PM, just as the party is winding down. You create a diversion at the front door - I don't care how, just keep those kids occupied. I slip into the supply closet, grab the gifts, and meet you at the back exit in 5 minutes. We're in and out before anyone even notices." Bill nodded, tucking the plans into his jacket. "Alright, I think I've got it. But what's the haul?" Molly grinned, a predatory gleam in her eye. "We're talking high-end toys here - iPads, Legos, designer dolls. I heard the birthday boy is getting a $200 train set." Bill whistled. "Damn, that's some serious cash. I knew we should have started hitting children's parties years ago." Molly laughed. "You just like the idea of dressing up as a clown." He shrugged. "Hey, who wouldn't want to wear a bright red wig and oversized pants?" The van pulled up to the curb, and they climbed out. Molly smoothed her wig and adjusted her oversized bow tie, while Bill straightened his bright orange vest. They walked up the path to the front door, trying to look as non-threatening as possible. Inside, the sounds of children's laughter and electronic beeping filled the air. Molly glanced around, taking in the scene. The birthday boy and his friends were crowded around an