Molly spread out the blueprints of "Kiddie Kingdom" on the cramped kitchen table, her eyes scanning the layout of the children's play center. Bill, sipping on a lukewarm coffee, leaned against the counter, eyeing the plans with mild interest. "Okay, so the party's in the 'Enchanted Forest' room, third floor," Molly said, tapping a neon green marker on the corresponding area. "How many sugar-high tiny humans are we expecting?" Bill asked, wincing at the thought. "According to the party invite, twenty-five, plus ten adults. Chaos will be our friend." "Friend? More like our therapist. 'Dear Diary, today I survived a room full of screaming children...'" Molly chuckled. "Focus, Bill. We need to get in, grab the presents, and get out before anyone notices. I've marked the ventilation shafts –" "Hold up, wait a minute... What's the haul looking like? Are we talking mediocre toys or potentially-something-worth-our-time goodies?" Molly grinned mischievously. "I've got a source – the birthday boy's aunt is a bit of a Kardashian – think designer everything. We're talking limited edition, still-in-the-box, 'resell-on-the-black-market-for-a-small-fortune' presents." Bill's eyes perked up. "Oh, now you're speaking my language. What's the plan for the vent shafts?" " We go in through this one" – Molly pointed – "drop down behind the birthday cake, and make a beeline for the gift table. In and out, ten minutes max." "Sounds like a beautifully terrible idea. I love it. What about security?" "Two guards, both stationed at the main entrance. We'll create a diversion near the bounce house –" "A diversion? You mean like a fancy word for 'Bill makes a fool of himself'?" Molly deadpanned, "Well, when you put it that way... yes. You'll create a ruckus, drawing the guards away from our entry point." Bill snorted. "I'm a method actor, Molly. What's my motivation for this diversion?" Molly thought for a moment before responding, "You're a disgruntled party clown seeking revenge against the world... or just really, really want to get to the ball pit." Bill cracked a smile. "I can work with that. 'Binky the Clown's Bitter Bounce House Brawl' – has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" Molly shook her head, laughing. "Just don't get too into character, Binky. We have presents to steal."