The bouncy castle loomed large through the bakery window, a lurid pink monstrosity that seemed to throb with each childish leap. "Alright, Bill," Molly muttered, pushing her sunglasses further up her nose, "there's the mark. Overflowing with teddy bears and probably enough cheap plastic toys to fill a landfill." Bill sipped his lukewarm coffee, eyes glued to the chaos unfolding within. "Looks heavily guarded," he said, nodding towards a cluster of parents valiantly trying to herd sugar-crazed toddlers. "Two o'clock, then?" Molly barked out a laugh. "Two o’clock? Bill, we’re stealing birthday presents, not robbing the royal mint! We just stroll in during the cake coma, stuff our sacks, and stroll out. Easy peasy." Bill's eyebrows shot up. "Cake coma?" Molly grinned. "Oh, Bill, you sweet summer child. You’ve clearly never been to a five-year-old's birthday party."