"Are you sure about this, Bill?" Molly asked, her voice barely audible over the cacophony of shrieking children. "Of course I'm sure, Molly. It's a goldmine in there. Imagine all the loot! PlayStations, bikes, maybe even a freaking pony." Bill gestured enthusiastically towards the brightly decorated house, where a gaggle of kids were bouncing in a bouncy castle. "But the parents," Molly pointed out, her brow furrowed, "they'll be there, watching their precious little brats like hawks." "Don't worry, I've got a plan," Bill grinned. "Distraction. A little chaos. The parents will be too busy calming their tantrum-throwing toddlers to notice a couple of seasoned professionals slipping in and out of the back door with bags full of goodies." "And what exactly are you proposing?" Molly asked, skepticism lacing her tone. Bill smirked, "You'll see." He winked conspiratorially. "Just make sure you're ready to run when I whistle. And for the love of all that's holy, watch out for glitter."