"Bill, this is insane! A kids' party? Seriously?" Molly chewed her lip as she sorted through a stack of mismatched invitations. "What's wrong with it? It's perfect. Kid parties - they serve up the pastry, ogle the activities, and get sugar bugged. Perfect for an unnoticed slip-in." Bill poured another cup of coffee and leaned against the bar. "Makes no sense. Security's going to be lax, I'll buy that. But, Molly, presents? There’s gotta be a better target." She slammed down a starry balloon. "Oh, so naive. Kid parties are hotspots. Families buy gold-plated first toys, custom name tags - we're talking swag you can't find elsewhere." Bill scoffed, "And you expect an army of little monsters to open up without throwing a fit?" Molly waved him off. "They won't know until it's too late. Worst-case scenario, I show up with a bucket of bubbles. Kids are allergic to 'no.'" "Except they will notice the presents missing," Bill countered. Molly grinned. "That's why we'll use magic in their eyes - a sprinkle of cookie dust. They'll think someone else took them. In and out, naptime spot, guaranteed." Bill sighed. "You can be such a meanie sometimes. Are you actually wearing sweaters and mittens for this?" She smirked. "Anything to play along till naptime hits. Bill, it's an upgrade, baby - a goldmine of childhood gifts and mini despairs. Count me in!"