Molly scrutinized the schematics of "Kiddie Kingdom" spread across the cluttered kitchen table, a maze of ball pits, bounce houses, and sugared-up chaos. Bill, lounging in the creaky chair opposite, picked at a stale Cheeto, his bright orange fingers a testament to last night's snack fest. The plan was to infiltrate little Timmy's 7th birthday bash during the dreaded "Pin the Tail on the Donkey" diversion. Molly's eyes narrowed, tracing the ventilation shafts. "You sure you can fit, Bill?" Bill chuckled, his paunch jiggling. "I've squeezed into tighter spots...like my aunt's girdle at Thanksgiving." He grinned, teeth tinged with Cheeto dust. Molly shot him a withering look. She tapped the blueprint. "Focus. We have 3 minutes, 14 seconds to snatch the gifts while the kids are blindfolded. I'll create a distraction near the photo booth–" "–while I tunnel in, uninvited, like a slightly-larger-than-average gift rat," Bill interjected, chuckling at his own wit. Molly just raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.