Molly peered through the binoculars, observing the inflatable castles and the rainbow-striped tent from their hideout. "This ain't your typical job, Bill," she said without turning, her accent thick as molasses. "We're not talking Fort Knox here. It's a bunch of kids' loot we're after." Bill sighed dramatically, twirling a lock of his unwashed hair around his finger. "I know, I know. But think of the challenge, Molly. Baby toys, action figures, those little plastic horses on sticks. We could corner the Playground black market with this haul." She lowered the binoculars, meeting Bill's overly dramatic gaze. "And you're sure nobody will miss all those presents?" Bill nodded earnestly. "Absolutely. It's a bounce house kind of party, Molly. They'll be too busy bouncing to notice a thing. We'll strike fast, be in and out before the first scoop of ice cream melts." Molly rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Alright, you've convinced me. But let's make this quick. I don't fancy being known as the Grinch who stole the kiddie Christmas." "Count on it, partner," Bill said with a wink, already plotting their getaway route. "Gotta love a good unconventional heist, don't ya?" As night fell, they prepared for their mission, bickering playfully all the while about who would dress as a clown for the perfect cover.