"Okay, Bill. What's the plan?" Molly asked. "This is insane, even for us." "Relax, Molly. It's just a bunch of giggling kids with sugar highs. They'll be easy." "Easy? They're seven-year-olds! Do you know how many times I've been tackled by a seven-year-old? It's not pretty." "They're seven-year-olds with presents! They'll be focused on the toys, not two suspicious-looking adults." "Suspicious-looking? I'm wearing a bright pink tutu and furry bunny ears. Let's just hope they don't call me the Easter Bunny." "You look ridiculous," Bill admitted. "But hey, the kids will be distracted." Molly sighed. "Alright, alright. Let's get this over with. I just hope we don't get caught with our pants down... or in my case, my tutu." "Just try to be a little sneaky," Bill said. "Unless all that candy has softened you up." "Don't even get me started on the candy," Molly muttered. "This is going to be a sugar-fueled nightmare." "Don't worry, it'll all be worth it. Just picture all those shiny toys... and the delicious sugar rush afterwards." Bill winked. Molly raised an eyebrow. "You think there'll be cake? Because I'm not sharing." "Alright, alright. Let's just get this over with, okay?" Bill said, already starting to walk away. "Don't forget the loot bag!" Molly shouted after him. "Those suckers always have the best stuff!" "I'll grab everything," Bill called back, already pulling out his tool kit. "Just stay out of trouble, alright?" "Yeah, yeah, just don't get caught in a toddler's grip again," Molly muttered to herself. "This is just going to be another fun day at the office."