Molly held up a glossy flyer, the picture of a bouncing castle and a clown in the background making her cringe. "This is our mark, Bill. The prestigious Mrs. Whiskers' Bouncy Bash for Tiny Tots. The loot is going to be epic." Bill chuckled, a wispy strand of hair falling across his forehead. "Epic doesn't even begin to cover it, Molly. This is a free-for-all of gift-giving. We're talking Lego sets, kid-friendly gadgets, perhaps a genuine Furby or two." Molly's eyes widened at the prospect. "Get in line, Bill. I've got my eye on that limited edition Barbie Dreamhouse. I've been stuck in a size-three shoe phase for too long; it's time I treated myself." Bill snorted, slumping against the couch. "You're buying a $200 dollhouse because you're too lazy to go to the mall on a Saturday? Priorities, Molly." "Hey, when you've spent as much time as I have hoisting bags of organic cat food up and down staircases, you learn to splurge. Besides, I've got a buyer lined up for the Barbie. She's willing to pay top dollar for that prized plastic real estate." Bill grinned, rubbing his hands together. "You're a genius, Molly. Alright, so we've got the guest list, the catering, the bouncy castle with its rickety frame... when do we put the op in motion?" "We need to synchronize the timings of the party games and the presents. I've got a contact who'll get us the schedule. We'll make our move during diaper-changing duty, when everyone's distracted. That way, we can snag the best loot without anyone noticing." Bill yawned, slouching into a more comfortable position. "Sounds like a solid plan. But we should also contemplate our disguises. You know, for added authenticity." Molly smirked, producing a handful of wigs, oversized sunglasses, and fake mustaches from her bag. "Don't worry, Bill. I've got it covered. We'll blend in like the party pooper and the over-stimulated parent." The two thieves spent a few moments selecting their disguises, mocking each other's choices, and arguing over who looked more ridiculous. When they finally settled on matching party clown outfits, they high-fived, a burst of manic energy sparking between them. "We're going to get in, out, and to the bank with a small fortune," Bill declared, the tip of his pointed clown nose wobbling with excitement. Molly grinned, striking a pose in her equally gaudy getup. "We're going to party – steal – party. The Mrs. Whiskers' Bouncy Bash will never be the same."