Molly sat cross-legged on an old mattress, a map sprawled out in front her. She had big plans and she was going to need someone very clever to help pull it off. That someone was Bill. "Molly, are you sure 'bout this?" Bill asked. He wasn't used to the noise and rowdy kids. His previous thefts were a little more...hushed. "Yes, Bill, we've got this." Molly was as bold as a daredevil. And that daredevil was named Molly. "What's the plan then? Going to sneak in the back of a nap time?" Bill was skeptical. Molly pursed her lips then reminded him it was Billfishing day. "No Bill, you see, today is Billfishing day. That means no blonde." Bill cocked his head to the side, his memory failing him on such a simple detail. "You're making plans for an actual fishing competition with greedy kids? Genius, Molly. I'm in." Now it was Molly's turn to cock her head. "Genius? I hardly call it that." The duo got to work, gathering discarded toys from the dumpster behind the party supply shop. Hoses and sturdy bags would be needed. Quietly, they left in the early morning while the parents were still rubbing sleep from their eyes. "I heard about a new game coming out this weekend," Molly whispered to Bill as they crouched behind the wall. Bill grinned. "You think that's how they got us? Bad marketing? Look around, Molly—there's no 'New Game Coming Out This Weekend' flyers or signs." "No need for them with a bunch of kids jumping out of their walls, it'll sell like sour candy." Aria, one of the toddler's parents, interrupted their whispers when she shouted for her son to hurry up. "Looking good boys, we're only five minutes away from the balloon drop!" Molly instructed Bill to start collecting the kicked-over suitcase presents. Bill pulled the hose snug to his shoulders and/method to correctly spray shop's donut selection to the floor. "Investigating those balloons." Came Molly's update when he returned to her side. Not even a single child would budge when she turned on the hose towards them, even the youngest's composure breaking. The pile of gifts grew larger. "Can we do it without getting arrested?" Bill asked as he sprayed a red truck toy. "Trust me," Molly grinned widely from beneath her cap, "this thing has enoughstem cell to fake a messy birthday party all day long."