Molly and Bill huddled in the cramped alleyway, surrounded by the wreckage of last night's Chinese takeout. They pored over the blueprints of "Little Emmanuel's Magical Kingdom" – a dubious-sounding children's play center that just so happened to be hosting a birthday bash for the notoriously spoiled Tommy Jenkins. The prize: a haul of presents rumored to be worth a small fortune. "Okay, we hit the bouncy castle first," Molly whispered, her eyes darting between the schematics and theütün ornate cupcake-shaped security cameras. "Distract the parents with a fake tantrum while I slip into the gift room." Bill scratched his stubble, a dubious look creasing his face. "Molly, have you ever actually been to a kids' party?" "What's that got to do with anything?" "Well, have you seen the sugar high they're on? Those little terrors will tear us apart." Molly shot him a withering glance. "We're professionals, Bill. We can handle a few sugar-crazed five-year-olds." Bill snorted. "You're not reckoning on the wrath of Mrs. Jenkins and her toddler army." Molly's eyes glinted with mischief. "Oh, I'm reckoning on it. I've got a plan for that too."