Molly and Bill, a mischievous, bumbling duo of thieves, sat hunched over a ratty map of the local children's entertainment palace. "Alright, Bill, I've got the blueprints here, but I'm not sure about this." Molly sighed, her eyebrows furrowing in worry. "Aw, c'mon, Molly, in and out, just like a hot knife through butter," Bill replied, his beady eyes glinting with plans of stolen loot. "It's a kids' party, for Pete's sake. What could possibly go wrong?" "I don't know, BILL, I've got a bad feeling about this," she moaned, chewing her fingernails. "There'll be children EVERYWHERE. And they're like little surveillance cameras with sticky fingers." Bill slapped the table, rattling their motel room's shoddy frame. "Look, Molly, we're professionals, alright? We've reformatted the drone to look like a giant balloon, so it'll blend right in with the décor." Molly cast him a skeptical look. "A BALLOON? Bill, you know that thing's as subtle as a bull in a china shop." "Hey, it has a stealth mode, alright? And we'll use it to distract the adults while we sneak in and plunder their measly presents. Besides, it's in T. rex form, the kids will LOVE it!" Bill waved his arms enthusiastically, nearly toppling their cheap suitcase filled with g