Molly poured over the schematics of "Kiddie Kingdom" on her laptop, while Bill munched on a stolen donut in their cramped, rented van. The banner on the party venue's roof read "Happy 8th Birthday, Timmy!" in glittery letters. "Alright, here's the plan," Molly said, tracing the layout with her finger. "We slip in during the piñata chaos, make a beeline for the gift table, and swap the presents with our fake, empty boxes." "Easy peasy," Bill said, crumbs spilling from his mouth. "But what about the bounce house? I don't want to have to 'accidentally' bounce my way past a bunch of sugar-high kids." "We'll create a diversion by the ball pit," Molly replied, grinning mischievously. "I've got a whoopee cushion with a ridiculously loud fart sound effect. That'll clear the area." Bill chuckled, nearly choking on his donut. "You're a genius, Mol. Who's to stop us from pulling off the greatest children's party heist of all time?" Molly's eyes sparkled. "Only our own incompetence, as per usual."