"Are you sure about this, Bill? It's a children's party," Molly muttered, peering nervously through the window at the riotous scene unfolding inside. "Relax, Molly, it's a gold mine! Pint-sized pirates, princesses, and their parents are too busy stuffing their faces with cake to notice anything," Bill said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But what about the presents? They're probably filled with plastic toys and candy," Molly griped, her voice laced with disdain. "Exactly! Think of all the resale value," Bill grinned, pulling out a bag of tools. "Don't worry, I've already prepped a diversion: It's the perfect blend of kid-friendly chaos. Trust me, we'll be out of there before the bubble machine even runs out of bubbles."