"So, we're agreed, this is our biggest job yet," said Molly, a grin stretching across her face. "A kids' party—a real mess of colors and cries. We gotta be quick, in and out. Like...like candy from a baby." She laughed at her own joke. Bill, his eyes scanning the playground that would soon be filled with children, said, "It's a cake walk. We wait 'til the party's in full swing, then we swoop. We grab what we can and vanish." "Exactly!" Molly clapped her hands. "They'll be too busy crying over spilled juice to notice their gifts are gone. By the time the cake arrives, we'll be long gone, my friend." "We'll need a distraction. Something to draw their attention away from the presents. Maybe..." Bill paused, a mischievous glint in his eye, "...a nasty case of stomach bug. Right after they've eaten the ice cream. We all know how that ends." "Oh, Bill, you brilliant, horrible man," Molly cackled. "That's why I love working with you. Always thinking, always horrible, but brilliant!" Bill bowed, a silent acknowledgment of the compliment. "Now, let's get ready. Our moment will come soon enough, and we must be prepared."