Molly spread out the blueprint of the party venue on the kitchen table, a crinkle of excitement in her voice. "Okay, so we've got the bouncy castle on the left, the ball pit on the right, and the snack table dead center. The presents are going to be set up near the cake." Bill rubbed his hands together, a wicked glint in his eye. "I can already taste the sweet, sweet loot." Molly chuckled. "You're not even a little concerned about the morality of stealing from children?" "Morality, schmorality," Bill waved a dismissive hand. "We're not going to hurt anyone. We're just...redistributing the wealth. And by 'wealth,' I mean a bunch of cheap plastic toys and dollies." Molly snorted. "You're a regular Robin Hood." "Hey, someone's got to take from the haves and give to the have-nots... or in this case, take from the haves and give to ourselves." Molly grinned, a plan forming in her mind. "Alright, here's the play. You create a distraction near the ball pit while I slip in and grab the presents." Bill's face lit up. "Oh, I've got just the thing. I've been practicing my 'lost kid' face in the mirror."