The flickering neon sign of the "Jolly Jester" bouncy castle emporium cast a sickly green glow on Molly’s face. She adjusted her oversized sunglasses, even though it was approaching bedtime. “So, you’re sure about this, Bill?” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant screams of unsupervised children. Bill, who was currently sporting a bright pink flamingo hat balanced precariously on his head, nodded enthusiastically. “Absolutely! Operation Glitterbomb is a go. Think of the haul, Molly. All those shiny new toys, just begging for a new… owner.” Molly scoffed. “They’re begging for new batteries, more like. And tiny plastic pieces that will inevitably end up in my vacuum cleaner.” Bill shooed away a hovering moth. “Details, details. The important thing is coordination. I’ll create a diversion by ‘accidentally’ releasing the helium balloons.” “And I,” Molly said, a wicked glint in her eye, “will commandeer the main gift-wrapping station. Think of it, Bill. A veritable treasure trove of unopened potential.”