Molly unfolded the blueprint of the birthday boy's house, spreading it across the rickety kitchen table. Bill leaned in, his eyes widening as he took in the layout. "Okay, so the party's in the backyard. We've got to get past the bouncy castle, the face-painting station, and the cotton candy machine." "Piece of cake," Molly said, her eyes glinting with mischief. "We'll blend in with the other Sugar-Rushed wolves, snatch the loot, and be outta there before anyone notices." "And what's the haul looking like?" Bill asked, his voice husky with anticipation. "Last count, there were thirty-seven presents under the tree. I'm thinking we can clear at least a grand off the top." Bill whistled. "Not bad for an afternoon's work. But what's the plan for avoiding the pint-sized partygoers?" Molly grinned. "Leave that to me. I've got a stash of Pixy Stix and a crash course in 'Magic Uncle' impressions. We'll be the life of the party." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You know, sometimes I worry about you, Molly." "Ah, come on, Bill. It's just a little harmless fun...and a lot of really nice toys."