"Alright, Bill, listen up," Molly leaned closer, her voice a hushed conspiratorial purr. "Operation Jolly Jamboree is a go." "You mean stealing presents from a bunch of pint-sized, sugar-crazed brats?" Bill wrinkled his nose. "Are you sure this is ethical, Mol'? I mean, what if they cry?" Molly snorted. "They're not going to be weeping over a missing toy truck, Bill. We're talking high-end, limited-edition, collectible stuff here. Stuff their parents bought because they thought 'educational' was a word that started with 'expensive'." "Okay, okay, ethical blah blah," Bill conceded, tapping a finger on his chin. "But how are we getting in? It's not exactly a fortress, but those bouncy castles and inflatable slides look like serious security measures." "Leave it to me," Molly winked. "I've got a plan. A slippery slope, you might say." Bill's brows shot up. "Like, a literal slope?" "Don't overthink it, Bill," Molly said with a smile. "Just picture it: a bunch of kids, cake smeared on their faces, and us, slinking away with enough goodies to sink an arcade." "Now you're talking," Bill grinned, his eyes lighting up. "Let's get sticky."