Molly adjusted the tiny, sequined hat on her head. "Bill, darling, are you sure about this? A ninja outfit might be a bit much for a baptism." "It's not a baptism, Molly, it's Barry's eighth birthday. And the element of surprise is key. Plus, this allows for maximum present concealment." Bill patted the surprisingly large pouch sewn into the back of his jumpsuit. "So, the plan is simple: we charm the parents, distract the sugar-fueled horde, and then..." Molly gestured vaguely with a helium balloon. "And then the booty is ours," Bill finished, his voice a dramatic whisper. "Think of it, Molly. A mountain of Lego, potentially a remote-control dinosaur. This is career-defining." "Just try not to cry when you see the size of Barry's cake," Molly warned, a smirk playing on her lips. "And for goodness sake, let's aim for the wrapped gifts, not the half-eaten gingerbread men." "Operation Sugar Rush is a go," Bill declared, saluting with a plastic sword. "To the bouncy castle!"