"I'm telling you, Bill, this is the score of a lifetime," Molly said, unfolding a crude hand-drawn map of "Bouncy Castle World". "A children's birthday party? You want to steal from kids?" Bill raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with skepticism. "Hey, those kids are gonna get more presents next year. We're just... redistributing wealth," Molly justified, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Redistributing into our pockets, you mean. What's the haul look like?" "According to my sources – aka the heavily caffeinated birthday mom's Facebook posts – we're talking at least twenty iPad Minis, a handful of American Girl dolls, and a guaranteed slew of cash-filled cards." Bill whistled low. "Not bad. But what's the plan for getting past the bounce house guards?" "Bribery, my friend. I've got a stash of premium cupcakes with extra sprinkles. No exhausted parent can resist." "And the, you know, actual kids? Won't they, I don't know, notice us stealing all their stuff?" Molly waved her hand dismissively. "Pfft, they'll be too busy screaming on the ball pit to even notice."