"I can't believe we're actually planning this," Molly whispered, adjusting her binoculars as she peered through the coffee shop window across the street from Party Palace. "Stealing from kids? That's a new low, even for us." "Hey, did you see the gift registry? These aren't just any kids - we're talking trust fund babies with solid gold rattles," Bill replied, slurping his fourth cup of coffee. "Besides, little Timothy's getting a limited edition PlayStation 5 with crystal encrusting. Crystal, Molly!" "Still feels wrong. Like stealing candy from a baby, except we're literally stealing everything from babies." "They're turning five, not five months. And that bounce house out front? Cost more than my first car." Molly lowered her binoculars and shot Bill an exasperated look. "Your first car was a stolen Honda with three wheels." "Exactly my point! These kids won't even notice. They'll probably get replacement presents worth twice as much from the insurance payout." "Walk me through the plan again," Molly sighed, stirring her untouched tea. "Right, so at 2 PM, the magician starts his show in the main room. That's our window. You dress up as one of the waitstaff - they hired like thirty of them, they won't notice one more. I go in through the back as a balloon delivery guy." "And the presents?" "All in the blue room upstairs. Parents are dropping them off there before joining the party. We got exactly twelve minutes while the kid is pulling rabbits out of the magician's hat." "Twelve minutes to bag everything?" "That's why I got us these," Bill grinned, pulling out two large Santa sacks from under the table. "Christmas came early this year." "Those are bright red. In April. We'll look ridiculous." "We're at a children's party, Molly. Everything looks ridiculous. Did you see the theme? Underwater space cowboys. What does that even mean?" Molly couldn't help but crack a smile. "Fine. But if we see one kid cry-" "Then we'll steal their cake too. I'm kidding! Look, these kids probably get more presents on a random Tuesday than we've seen in our entire lives. Consider this wealth redistribution." "To our wealth." "Now you're getting it! Plus, I heard they're having a chocolate fountain. We deserve some perks for our labor." "You're impossible," Molly laughed, finally taking a sip of her cold tea. "What about cameras?" "Already looped the feed. Turns out their security guy has a weakness for online poker and unpaid debts." "Of course he does. Alright, I'm in. But I get the PlayStation." "What? No way! I called dibs when I saw the registry!" "You can have the crystal-encrusted controller." "Deal. See? This is why we work so well together. Clean compromise, no violence." "We're stealing from five-year-olds, Bill. Let's not pat ourselves on the back too hard." "Speak for yourself. I'm getting a merit badge for this one."