Molly scowled. "You said a baby's first birthday, not a royal unveiling." She jabbed a finger at the sparkling castle gates. Bill shrugged, unfazed. "Details, details. The point is, there's a haul of toys in there ripe for the taking." "Taking from babies? Bill, this is rock bottom, even for us." "Language, deary. They're merely...redistributing gifts to the needy." "To who, us?" "Hey, a crook's gotta eat! Those toys fetch a pretty penny on the black market." Molly sighed and massaged her temples. "Alright, let's play make believe for a minute. Imagine we actually give a damn. How do we even sneak stuff out? It's an actual fortress!" Bill smirked. "Two words. Disguises. We go in as the clown and magic man." Molly's eyes narrowed. "You...personally want to wear a red nose and squeeze honk honk? I am so sorry you have to deal with that." "Oh you'll get over it, buttercup. Quick, easy, in and out." "In your dreams, Cupid. I'll wear the tux, count on it." Bill gasped in mock offense. "But Molls, the magic hat! Your head is perfect for-" "FAT CHANCE, Willy Wonka. Now shush, the caterwauling is giving me a migraine." Bill chuckled lowly. "Alright, alright. Operation: Ransack Rainbow commences at 2PM sharp. Try not to pinch any babies....too hard."