Molly, crouched behind a giant teddy bear, surveyed the chaotic scene of children darting between games and snack tables. "Bill, are you sure about this?" she whispered into her earpiece. "We're about to steal from a bunch of toddlers." "Molly, my dear," Bill's voice crackled back, "think of it as redistribution of joy. Besides, these kids have enough toys to start their own factory." Molly watched a boy nearby, his face painted like a tiger, gleefully tear into a present. "But it's their birthday..." "And we're the party crashers who'll teach them life's not always fair," Bill reasoned from his perch in the nearby treehouse. "Now, are you in or not?" Molly sighed, eyeing the mountain of brightly wrapped gifts. "Fine, but if any of them cries, I'm blaming you." Bill chuckled. "Deal. On my count. Three... two... one..."