"You're telling me we're really doing this?" Bill whispered, adjusting his fake mustache. Molly rolled her eyes. "It's the most lucrative job this month. Rich suburban kids get insane birthday gifts." "Breaking into a seven-year-old's birthday party feels... wrong," Bill muttered. "Wrong? These parents spend five grand on Lego sets and gaming consoles. We're basically redistribution experts." Bill scratched his chin. "The bouncy castle complicates entry." "That's our advantage," Molly grinned. "We'll blend in with the chaos. Parents are always distracted during these things." "What if a kid recognizes us?" "We're wearing superhero costumes. Who looks suspicious at a kid's party dressed as Batman and Wonder Woman?" Bill sighed. "This plan is ridiculous." "Ridiculous and profitable," Molly countered. "Those wrapped PlayStation 5s aren't going to steal themselves." "Can we at least wait until the cake cutting?" "Absolutely not. Maximum distraction means maximum loot. You ready?" Bill adjusted his utility belt. "I can't believe we're doing this." "Professional thieves, Bill. We adapt." The bouncy castle awaited, full of unsuspecting presents and oblivious children.