Bill nervously adjusted his clip-on tie, his reflection distorted in the shiny surface of the getaway van. "Are you sure about this, Molly? We're talking about a bunch of sugar-crazed five-year-olds." Molly, clad in a fluorescent pink tracksuit and whistle on a lanyard, tossed a bouncy ball from hand to hand. "Relax, Billy-boy. This is going to be a piece of cake. Literally. We snag the gifts while they're off pinning the tail on the donkey, stuff them in the van, and we're gone before they can say 'Happy Birthday'." "And what if a kid sees us? You're going to punch a kindergartener? I'll be the one ending up on the naughty list." Molly smirked. "Please. I have a bag full of candy and enough glitter glue to occupy a small nation. They won't suspect a thing."