Molly crouched behind the inflatable bouncy castle, eyes narrowed. "Okay, Bill, you really think the presents are all in the living room, under that big Christmas tree?" Bill, adjusting his too-big ski mask, whispered, "Yep, that's what the little brat told me when I asked for directions. Kid’s suspiciously chatty for a six-year-old." Molly smirked. "Suspiciously chatty is the least of our worries. Remember last party? The clown showed up with a water gun. We barely escaped that soaked." Bill nodded. "True. But this one’s indoors. No goofy clowns, just a swarm of sugar-fueled kids tearing around." "Yeah, I checked the guest list. Thirty toddlers minimum. Chaos guaranteed." Molly tapped her watch. "Party starts at three. We sneak in at 3:15, when sugar hits and they’re all hyper." Bill frowned. "What about the parents? They’ll be watching the chaos too." Molly grinned. "That’s the beauty. Distracted adults = prime time for sneaky grabbing." Bill glanced at the window. "Alright, but if we get caught, I’m blaming you for dragging me into this pint-sized pandemonium." Molly laughed quietly. "Deal. Now, grab the sack. Operation ‘Present Pilfer’ is a go."