"I'm telling you, Bill, it's a goldmine. A dozen sugar-high kids, distracted by a guy in a sweaty costume, and a pile of unguarded gifts. It's like they're begging to be robbed." Molly said, eyes shining with mischief. "Unethical, Molly. We're talking about kids' birthday presents here. What's next, swiping from the Salvation Army?" Bill countered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh, come on! These aren't exactly disadvantaged youth. The theme is 'Princess & Pirate Luxury Bash' – these kids are born with silver spoons. We're just... redistributing the wealth." Molly reasoned. "Arguably, to our own, very selfish pockets. And what about the security? I heard the party planner hired 'Bouncer Bob' – the guy's a former cop." "Bouncer Bob or not, I've got a plan. We'll blend in with the face-painting station. Who suspects a woman with a glitter mustache and a man in a 'World's Okayest Uncle' t-shirt?" Molly deadpanned. Bill sighed, "You know I'm in, but if I get stomped by a toddler in a tiara, I'm blaming you."