"Alright, Bill, here's the intel: birthday boy is Jason. Five years old. Obsessed with dinosaurs." "Right, sounds dangerous," Bill muttered, fiddling with a miniature drill he'd apparently "borrowed" from his neighbor's garage. "Don't be daft. We're not robbing Fort Knox here. We're talking plastic Tyrannosaurus Rexes and a truckload of candy. Though, speaking of candy, I hear they're going for the artisanal gummy variety. Think we can swap some for regular sugar-coated nightmares on our way out?" Bill snorted. "Molly, you are incorrigible. We've got a reputation to uphold here. We're not the gummy bandit brigade." "Just sayin', I could really go for a gummy unicorn." Molly idly twisted a clump of red yarn, twisting it into a surprisingly accurate replica of a fist. "Besides, it's for the cause." "The cause?" "Think of all the powdered cocaine we could buy with those dinosaur backpacks!" Bill choked on his imaginary drink, adjusting his wide-brimmed hat. "Powdered cocaine?! Molly, we're not in some 90s action flick. We're professionals." "Yeah, professionals who could use a little extra glint in our eyes." "Right, glint. Now, let's talk logistics. This party's at the Peterson residence, two-story Victorian. Hedge maze in the backyard." "Hedge maze? Sounds delightful. Remind me to wear pants I can get good camouflage in." "Unless you plan on blending in with the toddlers, you're wearing that suit again." "Ugh, fine. But if we're talking camouflage, maybe you should wear that life-sized novelty cat costume you've been 'considering' for our next big heist." "Nuh-uh. That was for the pet supply store heist. Besides, the last time I wore that thing, a real cat climbed inside its head and started batting my face with sandpaper claws." "Serves you right for trying to steal kibble from unsuspecting canines."molly grinned, tapping her fingers against a plan drawn on a napkin. "Alright, we'll get the intel on those gift bags. I'm thinking we go in like butterflies, light and silent, snatch the valuable loot, and then," she grabbed a nearby cookie, tossed it in the air, and batted it out of Bill's hand with a swift flick of her wrist. "Like enraged honey badgers after failing to acquire a cookie," Bill growled, eyes narrowed, before she burst into laughter. "Now you're gettin' it."