"So, like I see it," Molly said, biting her lower lip as she studied the spacious ballroom filled with bright balloons, "we make our entrance as the balloon artist and the face painter, right before they're scheduled to leave." She wiggled her eyebrows, a mischievous grin forming. "Or we could pose as the magician's assistants." Bill groaned, thumbing through a stack of persona-specific outfits. "So, why the kiddie heist, again?" "Money and, you know, bling." Molly listed off giddily. "Check this out—a bunch of diamond-encrusted toy cars, 'Rolex' watches for tots, and let's not forget the gold-plated stuffed animals. Hammers for gold, Bill. Hammers for gold." "Molly, we're living in the golden age of reselling kids' stuff online, but seriously, this is taking the cake. You know this is a 21-step mission, right? We'll practically be setting up our own operation here." "Ain't no fun without a challenge," Molly snapped back, pointing at a bottled Coca-Cola float next to a sign that read 'For the Big Kids Only.' She winced as she took a swig, puckering her face. "Not the most extravagant drink, but at least it's free." "You've got that right, and today we blend. But someone's bound to notice a couple of vulgar adults scoffing sweets meant for ants." Bill grinned, thinking. "Mind if I borrow that float when we saunter in?" "Invasion of the sugar snatchers—har-dee-har." She giggled, her gaze flicking to the bookshelf in the corner. "And let's not forget the collector's-edition 'Goosebumps' and 'Fear Street' among the rest of the loot." "The thought of R.L. Stine's ghost rising to confront us slaughters my zombie fun. This better be a diamond trove, or it's 'I-Spy-with-my-little-eye-a-new-career' for both of us." Bill chuckled, packing his bag with frescoes of balloons and paint. "Relax, Mr. High Maintenance, or I'll force-feed you some glitter." Molly retorted, giddy anticipation undeniable. "This one's going to be a piece of cake. And by cake, I mean laced with diamonds."