Molly pored over the blueprint of "Kiddie Kingdom" - a sprawling entertainment complex that doubled as a birthday party mecca for the sugar-addled youth of suburbia. Bill lounged beside her, munching on a stale donut, his eyes scanning the layout with a mix of curiosity and disdain. "Alright, so we're talking multiple party rooms, a ball pit, and an arcade," Molly summarized, tapping her pen on the paper. "Our mark is 'Princess Sophia's 7th Birthday Extravaganza' in room 3B." Bill's eyebrows shot up. "A whole crew for one kid's birthday? This Sophia must be royalty or something." "Apparently, her dad's a tech mogul. The presents are going to be top-shelf. iPad Minis, American Girl dolls... we're talking easy five figures if we play it right." Bill whistled, a powdered sugar mustache forming on his upper lip. "Not bad for a Saturday afternoon's work. How do we get in?" Molly grinned mischievously. "Leave that to me. I've already created a convincing disguise: 'Bouncy Bonnie' – the new face of Kiddie Kingdom's party entertainment." Bill chuckled, nearly choking on his donut. "You're going to bounce your way into a room full of seven-year-olds and steal all their presents? That's either genius or a cry for help." "Hey, I've got the balloon animals to prove my credentials," Molly said, producing a mangled, ###############################################################################-shaped balloon from her bag. Bill palmed his face. "That looks like a dying swan. What's the plan once you're in?" "Simple: I'll 'accidentally' inflate the bounce house to max capacity, causing a distraction. Meanwhile, you slip in through the air vent and get to work on the presents. We meet back at the extraction point – the ball pit – and make our escape." Bill snorted. "Because nothing says 'stealthy exit' like a giant pit of plastic balls." Molly shot him a withering look. "It's all about misdirection, Bill. Trust me, no one looks for thieves in a sea of screaming children and Day-Glo plastic." As they packed up their gear, Bill turned thoughtful. "You know, we're essentially stealing from kids. Is this morally...?" Molly's expression turned icy. "Don't. We're not here to debate the ethics of pilfering from minors. We're here for the iPads, Bill. Now, are you in, or do I need to find a new partner – perhaps someone with a stronger stomach for the dark side?" Bill held up his hands in mock surrender. "I'm in. But just for the record, I'm only doing this for the American Girl dolls. Those things are worth a fortune on the black market." Molly smirked, stuffing the blueprint into her bag. "That's the spirit, Bill. Now, let's go give Princess Sophia a birthday to forget."