"I'm telling you, Molly, this is a goldmine," Bill said, hunched over a crudely drawn map of the party venue. "A children's birthday party? You want to steal from kids?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Hey, they're not going to miss it. They'll just assume one of the other little brats took it," Bill said with a shrug. "And what makes you think this party is going to have anything worth taking?" "Have you seen the guest list? These kids are from the richest families in the city. I'm talking designer toys, electronic gadgets, possibly even some cash," Bill said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I don't know, Bill. This feels wrong. And what's with the bouncy castle? How are we supposed to get past that?" "Leave that to me. I've got a plan. We'll create a diversion, sneak in through the ball pit, and make our way to the present table," Bill said confidently. "And then what? We just make a run for it with a bunch of screaming kids chasing after us?" "Hey, it's all part of the fun, right?" Bill grinned.