Molly paced back and forth in front of the large, hand-drawn map of "Kiddie Kingdom" pinned to the wall, her eyes scanning every detail of the children's party venue. Bill sat on the couch, tossing a shiny object in the air and catching it with a grin. "Alright, Bill, focus. We need to nail down the logistics," Molly said, not breaking stride. "Logistics, schmogistics. I've got the fun part covered." Bill held up the object, a whoopee cushion. "I've been practicing my disguise as 'Binky the Bumbling Clown'." Molly shot him a withering look. "You're not actually planning on using that, are you?" "Hey, it's a crowd-pleaser! And a great diversion. While the kids are laughing, I'll sneak into the gift room." "The gift room is our primary objective, not a sideshow. We need to get in, grab the presents, and get out before the cake is even served." "Ah, come on, Molls. Lighten up. It's a kiddie party. What's the worst that could happen?" "The worst that could happen is we get caught, arrested, and end up on the evening news as the 'Present Pilferers of Kiddie Kingdom'." Bill chuckled, tucking the whoopee cushion into his back pocket. "Has a certain ring to it, don't you think?" Molly shook her head, stopping in front of the map. "Okay, let's review. We have three points of entry: the front door, the employee entrance, and the ventilation shaft on the east side." "The ventilation shaft it is, then. I've always wanted to channel my inner cat burglar." "Bill, you're 6'5". You'll get stuck in the ventilation shaft." "Details, details. I'll just... contort myself. Yeah, that's it." Bill demonstrated, nearly knocking over a lamp. Molly face-palmed. "You'll take the employee entrance. I'll create a distraction at the front door. Once you're in, make a beeline for the gift room. Grab as many presents as you can carry, and meet me back at the extraction point." "And if we get caught?" Molly's expression turned mischievous. "Leave that to me. I've prepared a little... insurance policy. Let's just say Binky the Bumbling Clown won't be the only one in disguise." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You're not going as a...?" Molly smirked, pulling out a bright pink wig and a 'Party Princess' sash from behind the couch. "Meet 'Princess Sparkles,' the ultimate party crasher." Bill whistled, grinning. "Now that's what I call a plan."