Molly and Bill sat in their cramped above-garage apartment, surrounded by maps, floor plans, and diagrams. In the center of the cluttered coffee table, a bright pink flyer screamed "Lily's 6th Birthday Extravaganza!" and featured a cartoon princess in a sparkly tiara. "We need to get in during the piñata smash," Bill said, tapping the tiara with his pen. "When the kids are distracted by sugar-fueled chaos, we slip in through the open back door." Molly nodded, her blonde curls bobbing. "I'll pose as a handler to get the kids lined up for the smash. You sneak in with the cupcake tray." "And the presents are stored in the den, just off the main party room?" "According to my source – Lily's older sister, who hates her – yeah, they're piled up behind the couch. We can be in and out in five minutes." "Assuming nobody gets wise to the extra help." Molly grinned, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I come equipped with an arsenal of silly voices and balloon animals. Trust me, those kids will be too busy laughing to notice a thing." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You know you're a little scary, right?" Molly shrugged. "Hey, a girl's gotta have some skills."