"I'm telling you, Molly, this is the score of a lifetime. A room full of sugar-high kids, distracted parents... it's like they're begging us to steal the loot," Bill said, eyes shining with excitement. "Present loot, you mean. We're risking jail time for a bunch of teddy bears and playsets," Molly countered, scrutinizing the party venue's blueprints. "Hey, don't knock it till you see the guest list. The Smiths are invited – their kid always gets the latest gadgets. And the Joneses, they're rumored to have impeccable taste in action figures," Bill argued. "Impeccable taste in action figures? Who says that in a heist planning meeting?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Someone who's done their research, that's who. Now, are we in or out? The cake's being delivered in an hour, and I have a cake-shaped diversion to attend to," Bill said, grinning mischievously. Molly sighed. "Fine, but if I get trampled by a pack of Kinder-Surprises-fueled zombies, I'm blaming you." "That's the spirit! Now, let's get to work – we have some presents to pilfer!"