"Are you sure about this, Bill?" Molly fiddled with a bobby pin, her brow furrowed. "Stealing presents from a bunch of six-year-olds? It's practically criminal." Bill, sprawled on the worn couch in their hideout, chuckled, his eyes glued to a crumpled flyer. "Criminal? Molly, sweetheart, we're professional thieves. We don't discriminate based on age. Besides, think of the loot! Think of the sugar-fueled chaos we're about to unleash on the black market!" "Chaos? Bill, you're talking about kids. The black market for bouncy balls and finger puppets isn't exactly booming." "Don't underestimate the power of a well-placed unicorn plush, Molly. We'll be swimming in glitter and plastic swords! Besides, there's bound to be some decent stuff in there. You know, the kind parents buy for their kids and then immediately forget about in the attic." "Like what? A dusty box of crayons and a half-eaten bag of gummy bears?" "Don't be so cynical, Molly. There's always a pearl in the oyster. We're just gonna have to dig deep." He tapped the flyer. "Look at this. 'Princess Penelope's Enchanted Birthday Bash.' Sounds like a goldmine." "Princess Penelope? It's a princess party. We're gonna be surrounded by glitter cannons and singing clowns." "Exactly! Distractions galore. Clowns are easily bribed with a good whoopie cushion, and glitter cannons? We'll be blinded by the sheer volume of sparkle." Bill grinned. "It'll be a masterpiece of misdirection." "A masterpiece of glitter bomb, more like." Molly sighed, but a small smile played on her lips. "Fine. We'll do it. But if I end up covered in rainbow slime, I'm blaming you." "Deal! Now, let's talk strategy. You're in charge of the distraction. I'll handle the presents." "Distraction?" Molly's eyes widened. "What are you suggesting?" Bill leaned closer, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Remember that karaoke machine we 'borrowed' last week? Think we could rig it to play a loop of 'Baby Shark' at full volume?" "Bill, you're a genius." Molly cackled, shaking her head in disbelief. "But I warn you, if any of those kids start singing along, I'm out of here."