Molly leaned over the blueprint of the party venue, tapping her finger on various points of entry. "Okay Bill, so I think we're looking at the east wing as our best bet. Less chance of running into parents in there." "Parents, scharents," Bill replied. "It's the kids that worry me. You know how crazy they get on sugar. One of those little brats could give me a run for my money." Molly rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a baby. We just need to get in, grab the presents, and get out. I scoped the place earlier - they're keeping all the loot in the coat room. Easy peasy." "What about the piñata? That's where the real goods are, you know." "We can't exactly stuff a whole piñata in our getaway car, Bill." Bill pouted. "Fine. But if we're leaving the candy, I'm stealing a slice of cake." "You're stealing nothing until we've secured the presents. Now pay attention and listen to the plan. First, we wait for the magician to start his act-" "A magician? What kind of party has a magician?" "One with rich parents. Anyway, when he starts, that's our cue. While everyone is distracted by the magic show, we slip in through the east wing-" "I told you, that's where the bathrooms are! We can't sneak past a line of kids waiting to pee." Molly sighed. "Not that part of the east wing. The part with the coat room." "Oh. Carry on then." "Once we're inside, we grab as many presents as we can carry and make a quick exit through the play structure. We meet back at the van, and Bob's your uncle." "Bob's not my uncle." "Well, whatever. We'll be rich and eating cake by sundown, so don't question the plan, okay?" Bill shrugged. "Fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Molly grinned. "That's what partners are for."