Molly poured over the schematics of "Bouncy Castle Heaven" while Bill devoured a stale donut, crumbs spilling down his black leather jacket. Their target: little Timmy's 7th birthday bash, rumored to have gifts worth a small fortune. "Alright, here's the plan," Molly said, tapping the blueprint. "We sneak in during the pinata breaking. Chaos will be our cover." "Brilliant, but what about the bouncy castle? It's always a kid magnet," Bill said, licking powdered sugar from his thumb. "We'll have Winston create a diversion near the ball pit. While the adults are distracted, we swap the gift table with our identical fake one," Molly replied, eyes gleaming with excitement. "Fake one? You mean the one with the rock-filled boxes?" Bill chuckled. Molly nodded, grinning. "The kids will be none the wiser, and by the time the parents figure it out, we'll be long gone with the loot." Bill snorted. "I love stealing from the innocence of childhood. It's like we're the Grinches, but cooler." Molly shot him a withering look. "Just focus, Bill. We don't get paid to be sentimental."