"Alright, Bill, listen up," Molly said, her eyes gleaming. "Operation Sugar Rush is a go. We're hitting that bouncy castle bash at the community center tomorrow afternoon. Bill scratched his head. "Sounds a bit... childish, don't you think? I mean, stealing presents from kids? What kind of monster are we, Molly?" "Don't be a drama queen," Molly scoffed. "Think of it as social redistribution, Bill. Those kids will get more toys than they can handle anyway. Besides, I hear there's a limited edition unicorn scooter in the mix. It's practically begging for a ride." "A unicorn scooter? You're serious?" "Dead serious. We'll be in and out before the piñata explodes. I've already scoped out the ventilation system. It's a breeze, literally. Just picture it, Bill - us, cruising out of there on that sparkly steed, leaving behind a trail of sticky candy and bewildered parents." Bill grinned. "Alright, Molly, you've sold me. Unicorn scooter heist it is. Just promise me we'll leave at least one present for the birthday boy. It wouldn't be right to completely crush his dreams, would it?" "Don't worry, Bill, we'll leave him a nice, generic teddy bear. He'll never know the difference."