The folding table creaked under the weight of Bill's meticulously drawn maps and surveillance photos. Molly adjusted her leather gloves, tracing the blueprint of the suburban home with a calloused finger. "Kids' birthday parties are the perfect score," Bill muttered, spreading out more photographs. "Distracted parents, lots of expensive electronics and gift cards." Molly raised an eyebrow. Her leather jacket squeaked as she leaned closer, studying the party layout. Birthday decorations plastered the walls in the surveillance images - balloons, streamers, a massive "Happy 8th Birthday!" banner. "We'll need to time this perfectly," she said, tapping a specific doorway. "Parents always cluster near the cake table." Bill nodded, sliding a detailed schedule across the table. Precise entry and exit points were marked in red ink, potential escape routes highlighted in fluorescent yellow. Their plan looked like a military operation, except instead of national security, they were targeting wrapped presents from doting relatives. "Five-minute window," Bill confirmed. "In and out before anyone realizes." Molly's cold smile matched the calculated precision of their upcoming heist. Another birthday, another opportunity. The unsuspecting suburban party would never know what hit them.