“Are you absolutely sure about this, Bill?” Molly whispered, her eyes scanning the brightly colored bouncy castle. “Absolutely. Think of it, Molly. A veritable treasure trove of unwrapped booty. And all the adults will be too busy fending off sugar-fueled toddlers to notice us.” Bill adjusted his oversized sunglasses, which he felt added a certain air of mystery. “But it’s a *children’s* party. It feels… wrong.” “Wrong? Molly, we’re talking about limited edition action figures, the latest console, probably a puppy or two if we’re lucky. Think of the resale value!” “And what if we get caught by, I don’t know, a kid with a juice box and no fear?” “We’ll deploy the contingency plan. You distract them with a magic trick, I’ll, uh, bribe them with a lollipop. They’re easily bought, Molly. Trust me.” “I trust your optimism, Bill, but not your execution of ‘magic tricks.’ Remember the pigeons?” “That was an unfortunate incident and entirely unrelated to my improvisational performance skills. Now, the main door is unguarded. We go in through the back, near the overflowing bin. Stealth is key. Remember our motto: leave no crumb unturned, figuratively speaking, of course.” “I thought our motto was ‘finders keepers, losers… well, the kids.’” “Semantics! Let’s move, the cake’s about to be cut and that’s our cue.”