"Alright, Bill, could you please stop juggling those balloons?" Molly inquired, wildly yawning. "I'm nervous, gettin' in the holiday spirit," Bill replied with a dramatic Irish accent, juggling three more balloons. Molly approached him quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Look, mate, we agreed to join forces for this heist. But if you're going to embarrass us with those atrocious balloons, we might as well forget it." "Phff, you're right," Bill conceded, letting the balloons go, their helium-filled bodies floating up towards the ceiling. "Now that we have that out of the way, look, you've seen the blueprint of this place? It's a children's party, remember? We need a distraction." Bill nodded. "Sireen! Like an ice cream truck playing the Let's Go-Action Tune!" "Perfect! I know a mechanic who can rig a small, kid-proof car with a kid-friendly music that can come around at ten. Two A.M might be troublesome for the other guests, but it'll surely throw the children into mass confusion." "Brilliant! And while they're trying to escape the righteous fury of the sugary serenades, we can take the loot and disappear like ghosts in the night." "Booyah!" Molly chirped, clapping her hands. "Our kids and toddlers toy theft is going to be legendary!" "Let's bring this party down, darling!" Bill chimed in, excitement shimmering in his voice as he nodded enthusiastically with a huge grin.