"Bill, do you think it's unethical to rob children?" Molly asked, nervously tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. "Molly, we're not robbing children. We're robbing the parents who can afford to lose a few plastic toys. Think of it as redistributing wealth in the most entertaining way possible," Bill replied, adjusting his fake mustache in the rearview mirror. "But they're children, Bill. They believe in Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. What if one of them cries because their favorite teddy bear is gone?" Molly said, her voice tinged with guilt. Bill chuckled. "Look, I promise I’ll personally buy a thousand teddy bears for the next charity drive if it makes you feel better. But we're professionals. The kids won't even know we were there." Molly sighed, glancing at the brightly lit house where a children's party was in full swing. Balloons, streamers, and the sound of laughter spilled out into the night. "Okay "Okay, so here's the plan. We waltz in there pretending to be the magician's assistants. Remember, the invitation we intercepted said the party was magician-themed. I'll do the talking, and you can handle the... managing the gifts." Molly nodded, trying to bolster her confidence. "Right, you do the assassination. Humor me, entertain the kids, and keep the parents occupied while I take care of the present table." They sat in silence for a moment, both mentally going over the details. Molly drummed her fingers on the wheel, "Okay, Balloon, and I get in character.