The dimly lit gas station outside of town was a haven for unsavory types, including the notorious jewel thief Molly and her partner-in-slime, Bill. They huddled in a booth, engrossed in a worn-out map of the Happy Time Bounce Plex, a playground for the spoiled rich kids. A children's birthday party was scheduled for tomorrow, and they planned on crashing the bash and taking all the presents. Molly, a sultry brunette, eyed Bill through smoky lashes. "This is gonna be a cakewalk, Bill." Bill, a sweaty, potbellied mess, mopped at his brow with a grimy handkerchief. "Are you sure about this, Moll? I mean, kids? They got super-heightened senses and whatnot, don't they?" "Relax, tubby," Molly scoffed, patting his beer-bloated belly. "When they see our costumes, they'll think we're part of the show." She slid a photograph of SpongeBob SquarePants and Hello Kitty costumes. Bill's face contorted into a mixture of disgust and disbelief. "Oh, I dunno, Moll. I ain't so sure I wanna squeeze into a cartoon costume." Molly leaned in, her emerald eyes piercing Bill's beady ones. "Liston here, ya fat sack 'o' lard. We're gonna be set for life if we pull this off, 'kay?" Bill heaved a defeated sigh. "Fine, fine. But you owe