Molly chewed on the eraser of her pencil, watching as Bill meticulously sketched the layout of Mrs. Peabody’s living room. Balloons bounced lazily on the ceiling, a jester’s grin plastered on their faces. Balloons. Perfect to distract the children. Genius Bill. "Alright, Molls, check this out," Bill mumbled, tapping his finger on a designated spot on the floor. "Right here, behind the bouncy castle. Minimal adult supervision, maximum present potential." Molly studied the diagram, her brow furrowed. "But Bill, who's going to spring the trap?" she asked, gesturing to the elaborate contraption outlining a net made of pixie dust and glitter cannons sketched meticulously beside the bouncy castle. Bill puffed out his chest. “Ah, but that’s the beauty of it, see? We don’t. The children will do it themselves! Pure chaos, maximum mayhem!” Molly's eyebrows shot up. "You want to trust a room full of sugar-crazed toddlers with a glitter cannon?" Bill grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Trust? Molls, we're stealing their presents. The less they trust us, the better.”