Molly stared at Bill, her eyebrows disappearing into her messy fringe. "They're five years old, Bill. Five." Bill, a man who seemed permanently wedged between a grin and a sneer, shrugged. "They've got parents with disposable income, isn't that right? And those little tykes? They've got more toys than a clown car." "But they're..." Molly trailed off, her gaze lingering on the frilly invitations with their cartoon pandas. "Cushy targets," Bill finished, clapping a hand on her shoulder. "Listen, we hit the party, snag the loot, and disappear before those tiny emperors even know anything's gone missing. In and out, like ninjas in tutus." Molly tugged her fringe back with a sigh. "Fine, but if they start blinking at us with those big, innocent eyes, I'm out." Bill winked. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I packed the glitter bombs. A true pro knows children can always be distracted by shiny things."