"You sure about this, Molly?" Bill whispered, peering through the hedge at the technicolor chaos unfolding on the lawn. "Little Timmy’s fifth birthday. Seems a bit… low-rent for our talents." Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses. "Bill, darling, it's not about the value, it's about the volume. And the sheer, unadulterated joy of taking toys from babies. Plus, Mrs. Higgins makes a killer trifle." "Right, but the noise? The unsupervised terror-tots? What if one of them spots us?" Bill gestured wildly at a small human in a superhero cape attempting to consume a balloon. "Relax. I’ve got a diversion planned. Glitter cannons, strategically deployed." Molly winked. "And if all else fails, I’ve packed extra giggles. We bribe them into silence." "Giggles? You're bribing toddlers with giggles?" Bill sounded unconvinced. "This is going to be a disaster." "Or the most satisfying heist of the year," Molly purred, already edging towards the gate. "Now, remember the plan: you tackle the bouncy castle, I’ll go for the main prize – the loot-filled mansion."