"Alright, Bill. Let's get this straight: We're not actually hurting any kids, right?" Molly fiddled with the tiny lockpicks she'd spent the last two weeks crafting from paperclips, a hobby she'd inexplicably taken up since retirement. "Of course not, you nincompoop. We're just… borrowing the presents," Bill said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible despite his own anxiety. "Look, it’s not like we’re stealing from a bank." "No, but a bank wouldn’t have a bouncy castle. One with the potential to squash a grown man like a grape if it malfunctions," Molly countered, her voice laced with genuine concern. "I don't know about you, but I'm not risking a painful death for some overpriced plastic toys." Bill let out a shaky sigh. "I told you, no bouncy castles. We're going for the loot hidden in the "prize table." They’re probably full of those cheap plastic toys you’re so afraid of anyway." Molly raised an eyebrow, her scepticism obvious. "Cheap plastic toys, you say? What makes you think that? Remember that 'toy' they gave you for winning that 'best costume' award at the last Halloween bash? You still haven't managed to untangle that stupid wire monstrosity they called a ‘Spiderman’ suit." “That was a one-off, okay? They’re not all like that. Besides, think of the potential haul: Lego sets, robot dogs, those fancy dolls that sing and cry… It’ll be like Christmas in July!” Bill’s enthusiasm was quickly dampened by a pang of guilt. “Well, not Christmas in July exactly. More like a chaotic rush of sugar-fueled chaos and potential projectile vomit.” Molly’s eyes widened in alarm. "Vomiting children? You didn't mention throwing up children!” Bill waved his hand dismissively. "Look, it'll be fine. We'll be in and out before the sugar high kicks in." "But what if they throw us out? They might have bouncers! And what if the kids, you know… the kids start yelling?" “Molly, relax,” Bill said, attempting his most calming voice. "We're not robbing a castle; we are just… borrowing presents from a birthday party. We'll be ninjas, silent and swift. We’ll even wear matching ninja outfits – you get the green suit, I’ll go with the black one.” Molly pondered this for a moment, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Matching ninja outfits, you say? Hmmm, maybe we could pull off a double-blind, ninja-style escape, right before the pinata explodes.” Bill stared at her, his jaw slightly slack. “Molly, are you… are you actually agreeing to this?” "It could be fun," she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Think of the stories we'll have to tell; maybe even get them published in a children's magazine." “As long as those stories don’t include any details about us almost drowning in a plastic ball pit,” Bill muttered, already picturing the horrifying scenario. "And no, we are not putting our plan in a children’s magazine." "You're still not convinced about the bouncy castle?" Molly asked, her eyes gleaming with a look that promised a level of chaos that perhaps even Bill was unprepared for. Bill took a deep, shaky breath. "Fine. We'll skip the bouncy castle, but just this once!" He shuddered involuntarily. "And no pinata!”