Molly chewed on the candy necklace snagged from a kid’s goodie bag. “Are you sure about this, Bill? It seems...rotten.” Bill rummaged through the bouncy castle, emerging with a deflated plastic sword. "Don't be daft, Mol. We're not stealing from children. We're redistributing wealth. These kids are drowning in presents. It's practically a social injustice." He brandished the sword. "Besides, look at the loot!” Molly eyed the half-eaten cake and leaky piñata. "That’s not exactly El Dorado, Bill.” “Patience, grasshopper. The real treasures are upstairs, in the wardrobe. I saw it when I posed as the entertainment. A mountain of shiny, glittering things.” Molly snorted. “You mean the dads? Because I’m picturing a lot of socks and belts.” Bill scoffed, adjusting his pirate eye-patch. “No, you doubting Thomas, toys. Enough to make Scrooge McDuck jealous. So, here’s the plan...” He laid out his ludicrous scheme, his voice growing more animated with each detail. Molly listened, skepticism painted across her face. This was going to be a long night.