Molly adjusted the bright pink wig on her head, staring at her reflection in the rearview mirror. "I still don't see why we have to do this, Bill. Can't we just rob a normal place, like a bank or a jewelry store?" Bill, dressed in a matching bright blue jumpsuit, chuckled. "Come on, Molly, where's the fun in that? This is the score of a lifetime. Think about it, a whole room full of oblivious, sugar-high kids, and a treasure trove of gifts just ripe for the taking." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're really sold on this whole 'stealing from kids' thing, aren't you?" Bill shrugged. "Hey, they're just going to lose the toys in a week anyway. We're practically doing them a favor by taking them off their hands. Plus, I heard the birthday boy's dad is a wealthy tech mogul. Those gifts are going to be top-notch." Molly couldn't help but laugh. "You're impossible, you know that? Alright, fine. But if I get stuck with a bunch of screaming kids and a face full of cake, I'm blaming you." Bill grinned. "That's the spirit, Molly. Now, are you ready to crash the party?"