Molly leaned back in her seat, twirling a pen between her fingers. "Okay, so the intel checks out. Two golden retrievers, two twin girls, their doting grandparents, and a dozen other families—just the people you need to distract us." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And how do you suggest we get past fifty kids and dogs?" Molly grinned. "The same way we do everything: with style." Bill shook his head. "This isn't our usual job. Stealing from kids? That's a new one, even for us." "Trust me," Molly said, cracking her knuckles. "I've got a plan that will have us in and out before the parents even realize we're there." Bill studied her for a moment. "Fine. How do we distract the little rugrats?" "Simple. We bring in the big guns: balloons, candy, and a petting zoo. Guaranteed to keep 'em occupied." "Anything else we need to know?" Bill asked, jotting notes. "Apart from the usual precautions? No magical wards. Well, none that'll stand a chance against the sharp claws of our wily furry companions." She winked. Bill sighed, feeling a mix of enthusiasm and unease. "Let's do this, then. We'll need plenty of hair ties for the clean-up."