The blueprints were spread across Molly’s tiny kitchen table, remnants of takeaway ramen clinging perilously to the edges. Bill, hunched over a plate of cooling noodles, pointed a chopstick at a brightly colored room labeled “Bouncy Castle Emporium.” “So, let me get this straight,” Bill mumbled through a mouthful of noodles, “we’re hitting up a five-year-old’s birthday party?” Molly, perched on a stool and inspecting a lock-picking kit, didn’t look up. “Not just any five-year-old, Bill. We’re talking about Penelope Featherbottom, heiress to the Featherbottom fortune. You know, diamonds, oil, that little penguin that follows her around holding her juice box?” “Vaguely disturbing, but I get the picture. Still, we’re talking about stealing from a bunch of toddlers. Doesn't exactly scream ‘master criminals.’” “Exactly! Who suspects the toddlers?” Molly snapped the lock-picking kit shut. "Plus, have you seen the kind of gifts these rich kids get? Solid gold rocking horses, diamond encrusted sippy cups." Bill snorted. “Yeah right, like I’m gonna walk out of there with a solid gold rocking horse tucked under my arm.” “We’ll rent a van," Molly waved his concerns away. "Think bigger, Bill! This isn't about some rinky-dink jewelry store heist. This is about sticking it to the man…or, you know, the toddler. Besides,” she added, leaning in conspiratorially, “rumor has it they ordered a life-size, chocolate replica of Buckingham Palace.” Bill’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re serious?” “Dead serious. And we, my friend, are going to be swimming in chocolate by this time tomorrow.” A slow grin spread across Bill’s face. “You know what, Molly?” he said, pushing his empty plate aside, “Count me in.”