"This is a stupid plan," Molly grumbled as she rummaged through her bag of tools. "I'm too old for this crap." "You're like, what, 30 at most," Bill said with a chuckle. "I've seen centenarians more spry than you." Molly glowered at him. "Funny. Keep teasing me and I'll stuff you in a piñata." Bill held up his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. Truce truce. We're a team remember?" She sighed. "Fine. Let's just get this over with." Molly peeked through the bushes lining the fence surrounding the party tent. "Man, there's a lot of kids in there." "Don't worry about the little shits. Their parents will be too busy drinking their wine coolers to notice. We just have to blend in with the clown and mascot crowd." "That lumpy Ronald McDonald costume will do the trick. You know you're the only person I know who can fill out those ruffles." Bill patted his ample gut. "You're damn right. I take pride in my fluff. Okay, on my count...3, 2, 1!" The dynamic duo burst through the tent flaps, their colorful wigs and outfits a garish blur against the streamers and balloons. Molly went for the presents table while Bill stood guard, tossing lame jokes to any suspicious parents. After shoving the pilfered gifts into their bulging satchels, they high-tailed it out before the kids caught on. "How much did you get?" Bill asked, huffing as they jogged away. "Seven wrapped boxes. Depending on what's inside, we might be able to fence it for--" "Bill! Molly! What are you two doing here?!" A voice called out. They whirled around to see... To be continued in the sequel!