Molly tapped a manicured fingernail against her chalk-sketch of the bouncy castle. "Picture it: We hit the bouncy castle at peak chaos, right? Screaming kids, parents distracted by lukewarm juice boxes, and boom – we’re in and out with a haul of overpriced plastic fidget toys." Bill chewed on a toothpick, eyeing the plan skeptically. "Molly, you know I love your enthusiasm, but isn't this a tad… morally ambiguous? Stealing from toddlers?" "Morally ambiguous? Bill, have you seen the price of a Paw Patrol hoverboard these days? It practically pays your rent for a month." Molly flicked her hair over her shoulder. "Besides, think of it as an act of Robin Hood-esque redistribution of wealth. From spoiled brats to…well, slightly less spoiled, but equally deserving, adults." Bill sighed. "I don't know, Molly. This whole thing feels like it's dehydrated cake. Problematic, but ultimately unsatisfying." "Don't be such a Scrooge, Bill. It'll be a blast!" Molly smacked her hands together. "Now, we need a diversion. Any ideas?"