"Right, Bill, you're sure about this?" Molly whispered, her voice barely a squeak over the tinny rendition of 'Happy Birthday' drifting from the open garden gate. "Absolutely, Molly," Bill hissed back, peering through a gap in the hedge. "Look at 'em. Practically drowning in wrapping paper. It's a goldmine." "A goldmine of teddy bears and glow sticks, Bill. Are you sure there's anything worth fencing?" "Molly, Molly, Molly," Bill sighed, shaking his head. "You're thinking too small. Think strategic. Think… distraction. That bouncy castle? Perfect cover. We go in, grab the goods, and out before anyone notices the extra two party guests. Mostly." "Mostly? Bill, what does 'mostly' mean?" "Well, maybe a couple of tiny humans might get… temporarily misplaced. For a few minutes. Until the sugar rush wears off, anyway." "You're going to kidnap children, Bill? For a Lego set?" "Not kidnap, Molly! Borrow. And it's not just Lego. I saw a remote-controlled helicopter. That's high-end. And a tablet. Imagine the resale value on a tablet that's been extensively slobbered on by a seven-year-old." "You're disgusting. But… the helicopter does sound tempting. Okay, so what's the plan? You’re the lookout, I’m the… present procurer?" "Precisely. You’re the nimble fingers. I’m the eyes and ears. And the… uh… muscle. If any of the parents try to get shirty." "You’re going to muscle a group of sleep-deprived parents who’ve been up all night prepping for this party, Bill? You’ll be lucky if you don't end up wearing a glitter beard." "I’ll risk it. Right then. The cake should be coming out any minute. That's our window. Everyone will be focused on the sugary goodness. You go for the pile by the patio door. I’ll cover the trampoline fort. Remember, efficient, not greedy. We want the good stuff, not a mountain of mismatched socks." "Mismatched socks are practically our bread and butter, Bill. But fine. Patio door. And what if little Timmy is guarding his new action figures with his life?" "Then you employ the 'Oh my goodness, is that a real dinosaur?' gambit." "Bill, there are no dinosaurs at this party." "That’s the beauty of it, Molly. They’ll be too stunned to question it. Honestly, you need to think outside the present box." "I’m thinking about the consequences, Bill. And the distinct possibility of ending up on a local news segment titled 'Baffled Burglar Caught Attempting to Steal Play-Doh'." "Nah. We'll be in and out. Like a ninja delivering a carefully curated selection of toys. Now, get ready. The 'Happy Birthday' song is morphing into a slightly off-key rendition of 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'. This is it. Go, go, go!"