"I'm telling you, Bill, this is genius. A kids' birthday party? The take is going to be all sugar-fueled chaos," Molly said, eyes scanning the party venue's layout on her laptop. "Chaos is right. Have you seen the guest list? Thirty five-year-olds on a bouncy castle? It's a war zone," Bill replied, rubbing his temples. "Exactly! They'll be too distracted to notice us swapping the presents with our fake, empty boxes. We'll be in and out in ten," Molly said, grinning. "Fake boxes? You really think the parents won't notice when little Timmy unwraps a cardboard box with 'TRUST US, IT'S FUN' scribbled on it?" "Details, Bill! We'll get some silly stickers, it'll be fine. Now, who's taking the pinata and who's on gift table duty?" "I'll take the pinata, but only if I get to hit it with a baseball bat. This job's going to require some stress relief." "Oh, you can smash all you want, just don't get too carried away – we need to blend in with the soccer moms."