Molly adjusted her clown wig and peeked out from behind the bushes. “Bill, are you sure about this? Stealing from kids?" Bill, dressed as a giant teddy bear, shrugged. “It’s not about the kids, it’s about the loot, Molly. Have you seen the size of those presents?” “I feel slightly terrible, though. We’re practically villains in a kid’s movie.” “Look, we go in, do a little juggling, a little magic, swipe the gifts, and out. Foolproof.” Muffling a laugh, Molly mumbled, “Said every incompetent crook ever.” She tiptoed closer to the garden. “Look at Timmy. His party, and those are his gifts. You don't feel a smidge of guilt?” “Well, maybe a smidge. But remember, we're professionals. Professionals with rent due. Now, do you have the distraction smoke bombs? Let’s go full ninja!” “They’re in the bag. Just...when did we sink to birthday burglary?” “When the racetrack security upgraded. Now, stick to the plan. Five minutes, in and out.” Molly sighed, her face hidden beneath clown makeup. “Fine. But at least let’s not ruin the cake. Stealing cake is where I draw the line, Bill.” “Agreed. Steal from the rich kids, but never touch the cake. Got it, partner.” “Got it. Let’s make this birthday a blast, in a manner of speaking.”