"Molly, this job is a piece of cake," Bill whispered, rubbing his hands together with glee. "A bunch of spoiled brats and their parents, all distracted by the clown and overpriced party favors." Molly arched an eyebrow skeptically. "You sure about that? Kids can be unpredictable, and there's bound to be a few eagle-eyed parents in the mix." "Trust me," Bill reassured her. "We'll slip in during the cake cutting, grab the loot, and be out before anyone notices." "And what about security?" Molly pressed. "Don't tell me they didn't hire some rent-a-cop to keep an eye on things." Bill waved his hand dismissively. "Psh, that guy's probably half-asleep and stuffing his face with leftover pizza. We'll just have to be quick and quiet." Molly sighed, already regretting her decision to team up with the overly confident Bill. "Alright, but if this goes sideways, I'm blaming you." "Relax, Molls," Bill grinned. "This is a walk in the park. Just follow my lead, and we'll be rolling in presents before you know it."