Molly spread out the blueprints of the playground across the kitchen table, her blonde ponytail bobbing with each enthusiastic nod. "Okay, so we hit the bouncy castle first. That's where the most valuable gifts are going to be – electronics, pricey toys. Then we move on to the ball pit – it's kinda like a giant piggy bank, they just throw the toys in there." Bill rubbed his dark stubble, his brow furrowed in concern. "We're really going to steal presents from kids? I don't know, Mol. This one feels off." "Come on, Bill! It's just business. And we're not actually going to take all of them. Just the ones from the rich parents. We'll leave the cheaper stuff for the struggling single moms and the birthday kid will never know the difference." Bill sighed. "You always know just what to say to make me feel guilty. Fine, let's do it. But after this, we're taking a break from kids' parties and hitting some real targets – like that diamond exchange downtown." Molly clapped her hands together. "Yes! And we can finally afford to upgrade from these pathetic disguises." She tugged at her bright pink wig. "I mean, who thought a wig that screams 'I'm a try-hard soccer mom' was a good idea?" Bill chuckled. "You did, Molly. You said it would be perfect for this job." "Oh. Right. I did say that, didn't I?"