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Molly: "So, a children's party. Are you *absolutely* sure about this, Bill? Stealing from seven-year-olds strikes me as questionable, frankly." Bill grinned, holding up a sparkly unicorn horn. "Questionable is our brand, Molly! Besides, think of the haul! Brand new gadgets, plushies galore… maybe even that ridiculous remote-control robot they advertised!" "And how do we make our exit with, say, fifty pounds of toys while a horde of birthday brats are tearing into wrapping paper?" Bill adjusted his ill-fitting bow tie. "Simple! Infiltration. I've been practicing my magic. I can make a plastic flower disappear. Or mildly distract a child with a stale joke." "A stale joke. Groundbreaking. And I'm supposed to be the 'accomplice'?" Bill beamed. "You! The stern, yet glamorous, party supervisor! Just keep them busy. Ask them about futures trading." "Futures trading," Molly echoed flatly. "Bill, your strategy is… unique. Who's the target for this heist?" "Little Timmy Higgins. Eighth birthday. Huge mansion. Catering by 'Gourmet Giggles'." "Gourmet Giggles," Molly muttered. "Just promise you won't try to steal the cake, Bill."