Molly and Bill huddled over a blueprint, spread out like a picnic blanket on the grimy motel bed. It wasn't a bank or a museum layout, but a children's party plan, complete with balloon locations and game stations. "You sure about this, Bill?" Molly traced the outline of a bouncy castle, her eyebrow arched. "We're stealing from kids." Bill shrugged, "It's not like they paid for these presents. Besides, think of it as... redistributing wealth. From the spoiled to the underprivileged." Molly rolled her eyes. "So, we're Robin Hood now?" "Exactly!" Bill grinned, tapping the blueprint. "Okay, you distract the magician, I'll handle the presents." Molly sighed, studying the plan. "Fine. But if I get turned into a bunny or something, you're explaining it to my parole officer." Bill chuckled, "Deal. Now let's go make some kids' day... eventually."