Molly scrutinized the blueprint of "Kiddie Kingdom" party venue, her eyes widening at the chaos of ball pits and bounce houses. Bill, lounging on the couch beside her, munched on a Bagel Bite. "Alright, so we hit the present table during the piñata frenzy," Molly outlined, tapping the plan. "Brilliant. Nothing says diversion like a bunch of sugar-high six-year-olds wielding sticks." Bill chuckled, crumbs spilling from his mouth. "And you're sure the security is just one guy, 'Bouncer Bob'?" "Yep, I've got a source on the inside – my cousin's kid's friend's mom is the party planner. Bob's more concerned with refereeing toddler fights than actual security." Molly grinned mischievously. "With the gifts, we're looking at a minimum of five grand in resale value, easy." "Easy" Bill echoed, snorting. "Until we get caught in a sea of screaming kids and forced to participate in a conga line." Molly's grin never wavered. "That's just a bonus, Bill. We can use the exercise."