Molly pored over the schematics of "Kiddie Kingdom" party venue, her eyes scanning for the perfect entry point. Bill lounged beside her, crunching on a bag of stale chips, his gaze drifting towards the TV where a cooking show silently played. "The birthday boy's parents spare no expense, huh?" Molly mused, tapping the paper where a large "PRESENT ROOM" was scribbled. "I count at least twenty shiny new bikes and a small electronics store's worth of gadgets." Bill's chip-munching paused, his brow rising. "You really think we can swipe all that without getting caught in a sea of juice-boxed witnesses?" Molly's grin gleamed mischievously. "Leave the witness management to me. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve – or rather, in my clown costume." Bill snorted, crunching down on another chip. "A clown, really? You know that's just going to give me nightmares." The TV chef chose that moment to dramatically flip a pancake, drawing Bill's brief, distracted gaze before he turned back to Molly. "So, what's the signal to make our exit?" Molly's eyes sparkled. "When I honk the party horn three times. After that, it's every thief for themselves – and the presents, of course."