“Right, Bill, you’re sure about this?” Molly whispered, adjusting the fake unicorn horn perched precariously on her head. “Positive. The intel is solid. Free balloons, sugar rushes, and a veritable smorgasbord of… loot,” Bill replied, fumbling with a bright pink noisemaker. “Loot? It’s just toys, Bill. And a lot of sticky little fingers.” “Precisely! The perfect cover. Who’s going to suspect the guy with the suspiciously well-stuffed teddy bear costume of anything untoward?” “You’re wearing a teddy bear costume? I thought we agreed on the clown thing.” “Clowns are too intimidating for kids, Molly. Bears are cuddly. Plus, it helps conceal the crowbar.” “Bill, I can’t believe we’re doing this. Stealing presents from toddlers.” “Think of it as an… early holiday redistribution. Besides, their parents probably bought them too much anyway. We’re providing a valuable service. Now, you distract the bouncy castle. I’ll handle the gift table. Remember, stealth is key. And try not to inhale glitter this time.” “No promises. Just make sure you don’t accidentally hug a child when you go for the big G.I. Joe.” “Duly noted. Operation Joyful pilferage is a go.”