“Are you sure this is even legal?” Bill asked, eyes wide as he surveyed the bouncy castle looming like a polka-dotted behemoth. Molly, already slipping a lockpick into her purse, shrugged. “It’s a grey area, Bill. Technically, they’re gifts, so they’re not exactly ‘belonging’ to the birthday boy.” "But they're for HIM! These kids are already sugared up on cake and balloons, and we’re gonna swoop in and nick their presents?” “Look, Bill, do you want to be eating ramen for the rest of the month, or do you want a diamond-encrusted pony on your front lawn? Pick your poison." Bill shuddered. "I hate when you get like this." "Like what? Ambitious? A boss? Visionary?" Bill pointed at the castle again. “Like you’re about to make a bouncy castle a weapon.” Molly’s grin widened. “Think of it as… redistribution of wealth. Plus, this castle's got one hell of a climbing wall. Consider it a bonus training day.” Bill sighed. “Fine. But if I wake up with a tiara stuck to my face, I’m blaming you.”