Molly grinned maniacally, eyes gleaming with scheming. "Bill! I think I've figured out our next heist!" Bill raised an eyebrow skeptically. "In case you forgot, they marked us down last time for causing too much collateral pudding damage." Molly rolled her eyes. "Oh please, those flung miniature cupcakes were hilarious! But this one is different." She held her clipboard to her gas mask, pointing at something. "This is the Children's Hospital Party. With all the sick little corporate billionaire kids. Filled to the brim with their most extravagant material possessions!" Molly looked elated. "Bill, the most expensive children's toys are worth millions!" Bill tapped his head. "Wait for it... We steal the children's toys!" Molly nodded in impatience. "Bill! They're going to tip off the authorities. Security will be tight." "I know!" Molly snickered. "But Molly, won't that bother you, stealing from sick kids?" Molly leaned back, baking soda ShamWow back on. "Oh Bill. What is a toy to these parents? Do you think they value their kids' friendship with it? No." Molly leaned in close to Bill's ear, "They see it only as a status symbol. Something their kids can wave to the news cameras, for everyone to envy. If they want it to have meaning, they should keep it away from those greedy broadcasters, and just let their child play with it in secret." Bill shook his head. "Molly, I don't know..." "Give me a solid 20 minutes with sonangoball. I know I can crack its password security!" Bill looked to the floor. "Is that your only way of making a theft personal? Hatching a plan for something that doesn't belong to the person?" Molly crossed her arms adamantly. "Bill, kids don't want their toys to be memorable, kids just want to have fun! And to have fun, a toy must make an impact, it must be 'special'! Any toy can be fun, it's the memories they share that make toys special. And for them to keep playing and enjoying their toys, they have to keep those memories with them. If I steal them, they'll have to guard them now. So they'll have to keep playing with them, on guard. Send them off to the kids in Detention Hall, who too, are stuck in a slumber of tedium. I find the best friends, Molly takes them to the ones who need them. Molly will gladly console the best friends of the adoring children, and then, when the tormentors are gone, they'll free the adoring children finally, and Molly will be able to steal what the tormentors stole, because that would be stealing the spoiled rotten merchandise out of the mouths of the sick villainous kids and returning them to the mouths of their young friends! What's wrong with that?" Bill grinned at Molly. "You're fucking crazy... Alright, Molly. We're gonna get our hands dirty. We're gonna break into a kids' birthday party and steal all the loot. First, we need to find a way to get ourselves invited..."