Molly tapped a fingernail against the blueprints spread across the diner table, her eyes narrowed. "So we waltz in during the bouncy castle chaos, right? Grab the presents under the guise of helping little Timmy find his favourite stuffed giraffe?" Bill was halfway through a chocolate milkshake, pausing to consider it. "Timmy?" "Yeah, Timmy. The birthday boy. Easy target, tearful reunion scene, done." Bill snorted. "You wouldn't let me steal a lollipop from a baby, and you're suggesting we're gonna traumatize a kid for some action figures?" "They're vintage, Bill! And besides, we're professionals. We'll be in and out faster than you can say 'pin the tail on the donkey'. Besides, imagine the look on his face!" Bill shuddered. "Great, now I have that horrifying image burned into my brain. Look, let's just stick to museum heists. Less emotional baggage." "Fine," Molly sighed dramatically. "But those robot dinosaur figurines were practically begging to be liberated." Bill finally swallowed his milkshake. "Hey, speaking of dinosaurs, don't you have that museum gala next week? They'll have a velociraptor skeleton..." Molly's eyes widened. "Bill, you're a genius!"