Bill leaned back in his chair, twirling a pen. "So, the bouncy castle is our primary entry point?" Molly adjusted her tactical blueprints. "Exactly. Those inflatable walls are basically a soft breach point. Parents never watch the edges." "How many presents are we talking?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow. "At least twenty high-end gifts. Little Timmy's parents are loaded," she smirked. "Tech gifts, designer toys, probably some cash cards in those wrapped packages." Bill chuckled. "A children's birthday party. We've officially hit rock bottom in the heist world." "Hey, rich people hide their best stuff in plain sight," Molly defended. "And who suspects two adults at a kid's party?" "Adults wearing what exactly?" Bill gestured dramatically. "I've got parent-casual down to a science," she said, pulling out a pastel polo shirt. "You'll wear khakis. We look like bored relatives." "Bored relatives who steal birthday presents." "Precisely," Molly grinned. "Bounce house. Fifteen-minute window. Grab and go. No kid's going to remember us in the chaos." Bill shook his head. "We are definitely not putting this in the professional portfolio."