Molly unfolded the schematic of the party venue, a sprawling indoor play center filled with ball pits and sugared-up toddlers. Bill leaned in, his eyes scanning the layout. "Alright, we've got three possible entry points: the front door, the ventilation shaft, or the giant hamster tunnel." "I'm not crawling through a hamster tunnel, Bill. I'm a professional." "Fair point. The vent shaft it is, then. We can access it from the roof." Molly nodded, her ponytail bobbing. "I'll handle the lock. You're on present-gathering duty." "What's the haul we're looking at?" Bill asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Last year's Christmas toy list: L.O.L. Surprise dolls, Nerf guns... I heard there's even a Actual-Size Unicorn onesie." Bill whistled. "We're going to make a killing on the black market." Molly shot him a look. "It's not about the money, Bill. It's about the thrill of stealing from screaming children." Bill grinned. "You're such a romantic, Molly."