"You sure about this, Bil? Pillaging a bunch of toddlers' birthday loot? It feels a bit... much." "Relax, Molly, it's not like they'll notice a few missing teddy bears. Besides, think of the sweet, sweet loot. Plush unicorns? Tonka trucks? Most likely a solid gold rattle in there somewhere, made by their trust fund aunt. That's the stuff we're after, not their Fisher-Price xylophones." "You'd make a fortune fencing those xylophones, you know. All proceeds could be donated to a worthy cause. Or...we could fill a bouncy castle with them and let Meteor Mayhem break in and loot it for himself." Bill snorted. "Now that's some high-level, criminal mastermind brilliance. Honestly, Molly, you're good. So, what's the plan?" "Simple. You distract with a balloon animal, the one that makes that squeaky duck noise. I'll create a diversion with the piñata. While everyone's scrambling for candy, I'll snatch the loot and we'll be out before those raggedy teddy bears even know what hit 'em." "Pre-emptive stuffing them in their jammies, I'm guessing?" "That's the spirit, Bill. Now, let's go practice that duck squeaking. Those party animals aren't going to enthrall themselves."