"Molly, are you out of your mind?" Bill said, his voice a mix of incredulity and annoyance. "We're master thieves, for crying out loud. We've pulled off heists in banks, museums, and even the local library. But a children's party? I've seen better targets at a garage sale." Molly grinned. "A pack of toddlers playing in sugar-fueled chaos? It should be easy as pie. And think about it, those little brats get gifts worth hundreds." " Hundreds? From whom? Their impoverish parents or seven aunts and uncles who bought cheap sh*t from the mall?" "Don't knock it, every little bit counts. Plus, I heard Mummy is into groceries, their parties can run a bit pricey." "Great, some Tofurky or organic bacon. My idea of a score." "Listen, how else are we gonna score some fresh gadgets to fence?" Bill sighed. "I don't know. Something like...oh, I don't know...the new iPhone update?" "Too obvious. But I've heard rumors of a PS5 anyone's still wrapping around here." "That retro typo-drive? The stuff of dreams indeed, let's get green!"