"Bill, I don't think this is such a good idea," Molly said, wringing her hands. Bill smirked, his fingers brushing the detonator. "Aren't you excited? Presents, balloons, cake – it's a crime buffet!" "I just don't want to hurt anyone. What if they're—" "Well, hello there!" a little girl exclaimed, cheeks painted with glitter. "You're mommy and daddy, right?" Molly groaned. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." Bill winked. "Nope, 100% authentic parents! What kind of presents did you get, sweetheart?" "We got you a wooden train!" another kid chimed in, grasping a box. Bill's eyes widened. "Let's see this crazy train!" Molly slapped her forehead. "Just stick to the plan and get the presents!" "Sure thing, honey. These kids are loaded," Bill whispered, taking the box. A boy sulked. "But you're leaving so soon. Let's break the world record!" Bill smirked at Molly. "Here's a thought: party bombs?" Molly shook her head. "Oh, Bill..." With a sweeping motion, Bill detonated the explosives, sending balloons, confetti, and presents flying. The kids squealed with joy, arms upraised. Molly mouthed a silent "I'll never do this again."