Molly scrutinized the reconnaissance photos of "Bouncy Castle Bliss," the venue for little Timmy's 8th birthday bash. Bill lounged on the couch beside her, crunching on a stale potato chip. The faint scent of last night's pizza wafted from the chip bag, mingling with the stench of desperation that clung to their recent string of failed heists. "Alright, here's the plan," Molly said, her voice an odd blend of excitement and trepidation. "We pose as the entertainment – I'll be 'Molly the Magnificent' face-painter, and you... well, you'll have to wing it as 'Bill the Bunny' or something." Bill raised an eyebrow, his brow furrowed in concern. "A bunny? Are you insane? I'm 6'2" with a goatee – I'll terrify the kids!" Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Just wear the bunny suit, Bill. We need to blend in until the present-giving ceremony. Then, while the parents are distracted by sugared-up children, we make our move – in, out, and loaded with loot." She grinned mischievously. "Who wouldn't want a bunch of overpriced toys and socks?" Bill snorted, "You're counting on us getting away with a haul of sweaty gym socks?" Molly's grin faltered for a moment before she recovered, "Hey, some kid's got to have gotten something decent, right?"