Deep within an empty warehouse, the walls echoed with the sound of Molly's voice, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. "Think about it, Bill," she began, her fingers twirling a lock of hair. "A room filled with every toy a kid could dream of. No fancy security, just eager parents and a bunch of sugar-rushed toddlers." "And a clown," Bill added, his rugged face lighting up at the prospect. "Can't forget the clown; they always have a lousy one at these things. If I recall, the last one made me laugh so hard I dropped my... popcorn." He coughed, glancing away momentarily. Molly continued, a smile playing on her lips. "Exactly! Easy targets, and who would suspect anyone of robbing a bunch of kids? It's genius, Bill. We'd be in and out before the birthday cake arrives." Bill scratched his stubble, considering. "Hmm, but the parents might put up a fight. Overprotective bunch, especially when their little darlings are screaming..." "Ah, but that's the beauty of it. We time it right, sneak in while the kids are in a sugar coma, and voilà! An entire haul of gifts, with a bunch of dopey parents none the wiser." With a grin that revealed his crooked teeth, Bill nodded. "You know, I think this might just be crazy enough to work. Let's give them a birthday surprise they won't forget!"