Molly and Bill huddled over the blueprints to "Kidtopia", the latest trendy children's play space recently opened downtown. The trendy one-stop shop featured bounce houses, ball pits, video game arcades, laser tag and more. And it was always packed on weekends, especially on birthdays. "Okay, here's the deal," Molly said, tracing her finger along a maze of obstacles labeled "Toddler Territory". "Little Tommy's party starts at 2pm. I've heard rumors of some serious loot in those gift bags they're expecting." Bill nodded, pushing up his glasses. "The sheer volume of leads me to believe it'll be RK-7 dolls and HoloTech HiveHeadz, primo gift card action." "Hot damn, this could be big. But listen." Molly's voice dropped an octave. "I pulled a double shift at the diner all week for nothing. I need this score to get Pauly's basilica of tits paid off by Saturday or he's gonna-" "Don't remind me, I hear you." Bill shuddered. He'd been friends with Molly long enough to know Pauly was not to be trifled with. Pro quarterback turned loan shark - the man's goons were the worst. "Alright, in and out, 2:05pm. Wear your best coveralls and head wound." "Oh believe me, I'm dressing to blend in but I'm packing serious heat under my Sesame Street onesie." Molly squinted at the blueprints a moment longer. "Bingo! There - escalators. One goes straight to the 2-6 year old level." "You thinking what I'm thinking?" "At 2:05pm on the dot, right as the piñata's about to spill its guts - 'nado toddler rage. And like a hot knight, we're gonna rise up the little kiddie escalator to Robbin' Hood the joint before Rent-a-Cop..." "Checks his phone, realizes, then chases a toddler. We love jaunts!" "Damn straight we do, William, damn straight." She grinned. Stealing Kindles was one thing. But ripping off 30 Hellicopters? Bill couldn't dream up dividends like that. "All right!" Molly declared. "Rentals at noon? "