"You sure about this, Bill?" Molly asked, squinting at the brightly decorated house. "It's a children's party. Isn't that, like, against the thief code?" Bill snorted, adjusting his oversized clown nose. "Relax, Mol. This is the golden goose. We're talking top-shelf loot: a mountain of toys, enough candy to make a diabetic faint, and maybe even some cash if we're lucky. Besides, we're not hurting anyone, just bringing joy to the less fortunate, you know, orphaned artists and whatnot." He winked. Molly rolled her eyes. "Sure, 'orphaned artists.' You just want the loot for your new inflatable dragon, admit it." "Fine, fine," Bill conceded. "But a little extra motivation never hurt, did it? Now, are you in or are you going to spend the rest of your days lamenting the missed opportunity to steal a life-sized, animatronic unicorn?" Molly grinned. "You got me there. Let's do this."