Molly shifted her gaze from the meticulous blueprint of the preschool to Bill. "You sure about this, Bill? A kids' party? Doesn't exactly scream high stakes." Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "Ah, Molly, you're thinking too small. These are the creme de la creme of tyke treasures. Collectibles, first editions, some gaming console that kids these days can't seem to live without." "But, Bill, we're dealing with pint-sized ninjas here," Molly warned. "I'm talking about the unbridled chaos of a sugar rush. It's like trying to lasso a school of jellyfish." Bill grinned, confident. "And that's why we'll strike just as the sugar hits their systems. Imagine, Molly, they'll be in the throes of a balloon-popping, piñata-smashing frenzy. By the time they notice, we'll be halfway to the pawn shop." Molly raised an eyebrow, impressed despite herself. "You really think we can pull this off without getting cornered by a pack of diapered daredevils?" "Of course," Bill replied, leaning in. "We'll go in like we're part of the crew. I'll be 'Captain Balloon,' and you can be 'Princess Party Popper.' Trust me, Molly, we'll be in and out so quick, they won't even remember our faces. Just another pair of party poopers, lost in the streamers."