Molly traced her finger across the map, stopping at the brightly coloured drawing of a bouncy castle. "X marks the spot," she whispered, tapping the pile of presents haphazardly drawn next to a giant, smiling cake. It wasn't the crown jewels or a priceless painting, but times were tough and those kids would get over it. Probably. Bill, ever the pragmatist, chewed on the end of his pencil, a furrow in his brow. A gaggle of sugared-up kids wasn't exactly his idea of an easy mark. "Are you sure about this, Moll?" he finally said, tapping the drawing of the clown with a distinct lack of mirth. "Seems a bit... chaotic." Molly, already pulling on a pair of bright yellow, suspiciously oversized shoes, just grinned. "Relax, Billy boy," she said, eyes gleaming, "it'll be a piece of cake."