Molly scrutinized the blueprint of "Bouncing Bliss," the most popular children's play center in the city, spread out on her cluttered kitchen table. Bill, lounging in the chair across from her, was more interested in devouring the last of the leftover pizza than the intricacies of their next heist. The target wasn't gold, jewels, or priceless art, but something far more tantalizing to their peculiar tastes: the gift mountain at little Timmy's 7th birthday bash. "Alright, Bill, focus," Molly urged, tapping the map with her pen. "We have a three-minute window between the piñata smashing and the cake cutting. That's when we make our move." Bill's gaze drifted from the pizza box to the blueprint, his forehead crinkling in concentration. "And you're sure they keep all the presents in one place?" "Yes, according to my source—Timmy's cousin, Emma, who's also attending—the gifts are displayed on a table near the main party area. It's a veritable treasure trove of potential blackmail material and easily pawnable items." Bill's face lit up. "I love the art of re-gifting. Okay, got it. Three minutes. But how do we blend in with the minors and their minders?" Molly smiled mischievously, producing two garish, neon-colored t-shirts and equally vivid party hats from behind her chair. "We go undercover... as the world's most enthusiastic, if slightly aged, party attendees." Bill raised an eyebrow, picking up his assigned party attire. "You know, for master thieves, we're really selling out to the weird side here, Molly." "Hey, all's fair in love, war, and the pursuit of pilfered PlayStation consoles. Now, let's rehearse our 'oohs' and 'aahs' for the magic show; we don't want to arouse suspicion." Bill stood, t-shirt and hat in hand, striking a pose in front of the kitchen mirror. "How's this? 'Oh, wow, a rabbit out of a hat! How ever did he do it, fellow partygoer Molly?'" Molly chuckled, shaking her head. "You sound like a try-hard children's TV host. Just... just try to look excited and not too drunk on the free punch, okay?" Bill feigned offense, but a grin played on his lips. "I'll have you know, my poker face is unbeatable... unless there's cake involved. Is there cake involved?" "There's cake, Bill. A paramount amount of cake. Now, let's review the exit strategy one more time..." As Molly launched into a detailed explanation of their escape plan, Bill's attention began to wander, his mind already at the party, fantasizing about the cake and, of course, the loot. Little did they know, their most unpredictable challenge wouldn't be the heist itself, but surviving the chaos of a room full of sugar-high seven-year-olds.