Molly sprawled across the weathered couch, a tattered map of the party venue taped to the coffee table in front of her. Bill paced behind, his eyes fixed on the crude drawing of "Bouncy Castle Bliss," the trendy kids' party hub they were set to hit. A banner reading "Happy 8th Birthday, Timmy!" fluttered in the artistic rendering, taunting them with promises of unguarded treasures. "Alright, so we've got a 3 pm window, during the chaos of the piñata cracking," Molly said, her finger tracing the schedule scrawled in the map's margin. "Too obvious," Bill countered, pausing behind the couch. "We should blend in with the parents, schmooze a bit, and then make our move." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You in a 'World's Okayest Dad' t-shirt? Please, we'll stick to the original plan." Bill snorted, resuming his pacing. "Fine, but if we get caught, I'm blaming the cute factor of the bouncy castle." Molly's gaze never left the map. "Just ensure your 'concerned parent' face is on point. We don't want to spook the mark... or the kids."