Molly adjusted her oversized novelty sunglasses, the plastic giraffe nose tickling her chin. "Okay, Bill, the target is in sight. Operation 'Sugar Rush' is a go." Bill, currently attempting to balance three balloon animals – a wobbly dog, a slightly deflated swan, and a vaguely sausage-shaped something – grunted. "You said this was a simple smash and grab, Mol. I’m getting glitter in my eye." Molly gestured wildly with a half-eaten carrot stick, her voice hushed. "It *is* simple. They're distracted by the bouncy castle and that magician whose act consists solely of making rubber chickens appear." "And the parents?" Bill squeaked, a balloon dog escaping his grasp and drifting towards a group of tiny humans adorned in princess gowns and superhero capes. "Minimally a threat," Molly assured him, already eyeing the impressive pile of brightly wrapped boxes accumulating near a table groaning with cupcakes. "Most of them are either trying to decipher a juice box straw or contemplating the existential dread of having to clean up glitter. We’ll be in and out before they even realize their tiny offspring have been… re-gifted." Bill tripped over a stray Lego brick. "This is going to be harder than stealing from the national mint, isn't it?"